Several years ago, I wrote this poem after losing Leanna. I wrote it in about 5 minutes on a plane up to New York for a weekend of hunting with my dad and friends. I typically write poems quickly and they usually are very meaningful. I'm glad I have a platform where I can share it for more people to read.
Rolling White Heaven
As I peer out upon the rolling white plains
I see the beauty she sees daily
The sea is bright and white to her
But still looks dull to me
My porthole is but this glass
Cold and dry to the touch
But she sees it from above
The tranquility, far too much
Is this Heaven here on Earth?
Cutting swiftly across the white hill
Or is this the true heaven
Where the ruling power is God's Will
Quietly I watch the waves pass
The rolling hills fly by
I ask myself why she isn't present.
Why, God why?
And yet the journey continues
Into unfamiliar territory
God is good, no doubt in my heart
For these clouds hold His story.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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