Imagine a place
where darkness and sin
are less than memory.
All light. No night.
Glory walking
up one holy boulevard
and down the next.
No sun, moon,
or lamp required.
It is a place of
dreams come true
chiseled from
love’s cornerstone
by the architect of wonder
each facade
glistening like gold
at high noon.
Open gates
flaunt the freedom
of the New Jerusalem.
Forget passwords
and secret codes.
Those written in
the Book of Life
those brimming with light
simply walk right in
the Lamb’s name beaming
from their foreheads—
the one tattoo
I am eager to receive.
Forever rolls out
like a carpet
and the Beloved are invited
to step lively.
This is a world
worth waiting for.
Revelation 21:10, 22:5