behind heaven’s gates,
my Lover stands.
His chest broad,
His hands pillows
stuffed with tomorrow’s
promise.
his eyes, a fresh fall morning–
the dew, a clear compass
to Peace.
no cup of tea
is stronger than words
pouring from His lips;
His thoughts about me
are tender.
His palms are roadmaps
to lost dreams,
and nights when I have
nothing to say,
His presence is
everything.
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