I often wish and hope and dream
About the Heavenly shore.
I don't know quite what it is like,
But I am very sure

That if were added together
A baby's gentle cry,
The softness of a kitten
And a mountain high,

The sweet kiss of a child,
And music's lovely rhyme,
The stillness of autumn,
And the eternity of time,

Then by an infinite number,
Multiply the sum,
It would be that the description
Had only just begun.

Copyright Cheryl B. 2009
Diva's Garden of Verse

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