The Gates Were Quiet In Heaven
Beyond them was like a picture book story
The Gates Were Quiet In Heaven
The gates were quiet
not carved with pride,
just standing open
clean and wide.
No echo rang
no sky was stirred,
yet somehow
every star was heard.
No guards in white
no trumpet sound,
just steady ground
and peace unbound.
A hush like truth
not meant to speak,
just met my eyes
and touched my cheek.
The path was worn
from many feet,
and every soul
still felt complete.,
No need to kneel
no need to cry,
just walked right in
wave you old life Goodbye.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
amazing...
I love the rhythm of your poems and how they paint a vivid picture
This was beautifully written!