THE VISIT

Spititual poem that was written a long time ago...........it is not finished yet......

THE VISIT.




Come with me the child of wonder,
close your eyes, think of me
take my hand, do not be afraid;
I will take you far away,
away to the land where I am today.

There is no time here,
no pain nor sorrow;
but bright coloured skies,
mountains so high.
Trees where birds sing,
rivers that run long and wide.

Come with me the child of wonder,
look for me, and you will see
my peaceful and tranquil home.