This time
I really thought
I would go to heaven
praise God
exhausted in victory
the sword slipping
from my grasp
O eternity
God is great
while the beams
of angels sing
my hand reaching
for her smile
and all the horrors
receding into morning
in a garden
full of flowers
there is only one God
I go for a walk
my sargeant calls
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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