POEM OF THE DAY - "Doves"

I recently learned that one of my high school classmates, Karla Beverly of Baton Rouge, La. lost her mother last week. I want to dedicate the poem of the day, today to Karla and the Beverly family as well as my condolences. From myself and the Southern University Laboratory High School class of 1986, may God bless and keep you all in His loving arms during this difficult time.


Doves

One day that time will come, my friends, that I’ll need to
go away,
no arrangements made for my return, for I am going away
to stay.

Cry not for me, I say, my friends, for I am still with you,
see
and one day when your time has come, you’ll take your
flight with me.

I have not gold nor silver, precious gems or diamond rings
but I wouldn’t trade a thing on earth for my brand-new set
of wings.

Cry not for me, I say, thought my flight has just begun,
I’m bound for my heavenly destination beyond the setting
sun.
Don’t try to remember my smile or how much I’d always
sing
because there my smile is brighter and my songs can
loudly ring.

Cry not for me, I say, my friends, when I fly away from
thee,
for now my light can shine forever and my spirit can be set
free.

If you look to God long enough, He’ll make you able to
see
a host of heavenly doves and one of them is me.

I’ll be the one in front, doing all sorts of things
with your spirit in my soul and your wind beneath my
wings.

Flying though the gates of Heaven, I look back one last
time
at my old mortal home of sickness, hatred, poverty and
crime.

As the gates reopen, a new host is coming through
I’m hoping, praying, waiting that one of them is you.

There’s no need to be afraid, just pray with all your might
then spread your wings and start to fly but focus on the
light.

The Father is there to welcome you because He knows the
road was hard.
“A job well done, my child, I give you Heaven as your
reward.”

WYLD STYLZ