An autumn rain of yellow leaves,
celebrates the season in my soul,
and waits for winter to come.
I look up at the clouds in the sky,
where one lost butterfly passes by.
I reach out my hand to Heaven,
trying to grasp the hand of God,
as in the painting of Michelangelo,
but in my case with clothes on.
Words can come in many ways,
like arrows that pierce your soul,
or an uplifting consolation,
that makes you happy,
but the words of God are both.
Two in one, they pierce my soul,
and fill my heart with indescribable joy.
I wish, I could explain what it is like,
to hold the hand of God,
but it is an experience to be discovered.
It is an adventure to be lived,
that can only be felt,
by the one brave enough to face Him.
My heart pierces with love,
and my gratitude rises up like smoke,
from a burnt offering I made,
in the heart of the Lord’s Temple.
The feeling of my bare feet walking,
on the golden, glass floor of Heaven,leading me to God’s throne,
is an indescribable joy,
that still fills my heart and makes it whole.
I wish, I could tell you what it’s like,
but you have to discover it for yourself,
and I challenge you to give it a go.
Allow God to walk into your life,
so, you can walk into Heaven,
with a pure heart and a clear mind,
to learn about the love,
only God can show.