The Edge of Heaven

He asked me where I wanted to go and I told him to carry me  to the top of the mountain and let me see the golden sun pour like honey from the edge of heaven.

I confessed to him of the many times I just sat edge of the mountain to breathe, sometimes scream and cry. I’d break down and be the crazy, insecure and terrified woman that I won’t let him see.
I watched the sun rise and shine over a new path of peace and tranquility . It illuminated over the shadows of yesterday’s heroes and reflacted their faces in the waters of the river.
He took a Sit right next to me as I listened l to the angels sing glory as rains and runs over the edge of heaven.

Published by tessiestrawberry

A lover of art 💜💜

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