Somewhere on a mountaintop in a Holy Land
There is a spot that waits for me to stand
Wrapped in grace, white robes, barefoot in the sand
The air is sweet-tasting and pure and soft on my skin
Yes, soft like a kiss.
It is a place where we cannot see the color of skin
It is translucent and flawless, fluid and yet solid
I could hold you if you were there
and you would feel only love,
And while I’d love to hold you there,
It’s only about His love that I ultimately care.
There are those who’ve loved Him here and said
They wanted to drink His cup and go with Him, ultimately some did.
Brave and dearly beloved, they followed Him faithfully.
No matter how I might, it is only by His grace for me.
I see them in the distance, highly favored
now, with the many crowns they lay at His feet.
So many crowns, the jewels light up the day
There is no night, no one is tired, no one is too hot
Or too cold. There are none who are sick or weak
Strength and joy are everywhere. People I know
Laughing and singing and welcoming newcomers.
There is a feeling of tenderness and peace and knowing all
It seems I’ve been here once before, but I don’t remember how.
I only know that place waits for me one day.
2 thoughts on “It Waits For Me – 11th hour prompt – kjkidder”
This is beautiful, poetic and heart-felt Kat! I love the simile of the air being soft like a kiss-beautiful! This poem is so ethereal and light. It was a joy to read. Thank you!
Thank you, Ingrid. As I penned this one, I briefly felt transported there. Your words are kind and gracious.