When my poet's quill is silent
and my bed is satin laid,
when my eyes are closed in
and my debt on earth is paid,
let the heavens shout a welcome,
let the angels' glad harps ring,
and let God the great Jehovah
give me melodies to sing.
Let me gather to my bosom,
with a joy that can't be told,
a new life everlasting
that is mine to have and hold.
Then let the Giver of all
in His mansion in the sky,
give me a golden plume to write
and a poet's wings to fly.
Copyright © 1999 Ruth Gillis
"A Poet's Paradise"
received a First Place Award
in the September 1999 issue of RB's
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