It is a source there that is so green
and through that gate we see
memories and life
and breath that breezes past
those ragged old cliffs.
and when each soul
migrates to that place
alone, and under God's watchful eyes
it is in His country that they believe
it is in His country that they see
the majesty that surrounds them.
ⓒ Giorgina Angela
Posted
by GoodwinROXANNE
on July 08, 2011