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HEAVEN by Taryn Thompson


I wrote this poem 2 years ago…

I left Arizona for Florida a little over 2 yrs. ago to get clean and sober. I was in an abusive marriage and living a very hard life.

I came to Florida but not without the help of my God. I wrote a whole book of Poems when I came Florida and ‘Heaven’ was one of the first ones I wrote. I believe it speaks for itself.

Heaven

Your heat radiates my golden tapestry
melting my very being:
My flesh peeling back the essence of all my colored petals.
Silence echoing in the background of the horned call crying out mercy.
Nature’s very own love saying 
“Take me now. I'm yours, God!”
Now and forever more 
perched on the winds, 
I soar into the sun
blinded by the radiant rays: 
gold glistening on my wings, 
diamonds in my voice and pearls in my hair.
An emerald waterfall flowing like a storm along my back 
and a blaze at my feet.
I stand on a mountain. 
God gently holding my hand kissing my cheek:
All is well in heaven for 
God Is.
~


Taryn Thompson: “I am 35 years old, mother of two awesome boys: Hayden and Gage. I love to sing and dance. I love the outdoors and nature: camping, fishing, and exploring. I love adventure and want to travel the world. I love to write outdoors, and dream of writing poetry all over the world. I would love to help people, however God wants to use my service. I like motorcycles and I have always been a tomboy. I am a dreamer and believe in Love so I like writing about God and Love poetry. My spiritual beliefs have changed through the years on my journey. I believe God is Love and he works in very mysterious ways. I love my family, friends, and support network. I was born and raised in Arizona by a single mother. I currently live in Florida. You may contact me at Tarynrthompson1977@gmail.com" 


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