GODíS GOLDEN MEADOW

 

The meadow flowers are in bloom

but I sit alone inside my room,

saddened by things that I have seen

and dreaming how life once had been.

I go back in time to yesterday

when with my friends I used to play

in a golden meadow beyond the hill,

so fresh in my mind, it lingers still.

But I must not dream of yesterday

I must go forward, come what may.

I canít let sad things be in control

and destroy the laughter in my soul.

For sad things come and sad things go

and deep down inside, this I know;

that one day mans inhumanity will cease

when our dear Lord returns, with peace.

So Iíll go out in that meadow fair

and pick a daisy for my hair.

Iíll dream no more of yesteryear

For God has taken all my fear.

There will be wars and rumors of wars

but my destiny lies beyond the stars.

In Gods golden meadow, far, far away,

Iíll walk with Jesus, some sweet day.

By Lora Cox ©2001

I wrote this poem after the events of 9/11/2001. Like so many people I was deeply saddened by the loss of lives and the hatred in men's hearts that would cause them to do such things. I found myself dwelling on it so much that I wanted to withdraw into my own little world with my memories of better times. But I guess it was the good Lord that tapped me on the shoulder, reminding me that we have better times to look forward to. Someday we will have peace and there will be no hatred. What a glorious day that will be.

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