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Final Walk


The forest engulfs me in a canopy of green. Shelter. There is a peace in the stillness that surrounds me. The branches reach towards me as if they are the hands of God. I am on holy ground. What will I find on the other side? Light, I am sure. I feel the soil between my toes as I am drawn forward towards the end of this Earthly tunnel. Nothing can break my gaze. I am here.
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ashaver
I wrote this poem thinking about what one might see and experience as they are leaving this world to go to Heaven.

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