Not quite sure of a fitting title for this one yet, I don't want to just have it Temple, I need suggestions. Thanks for the help. :)
Early morning rays,
gradually and softly,
fall on the white stone.
Making it sparkle,
glistening with jewels.
Covenants are made.
Blessings and wondrous miracles.
Hope and security,
a home from heaven,
filled with eternal love.
Rooms flowing with comfort,
pure and bright.
Promise of a forever family.
Eternal Whisper? Eternal Moment? Glimpse of Forever?
ReplyDeleteMaybe... Sitting at the Temple? Here at the Temple? In the Morning's glow?
ReplyDeleteI love you! It's a GREAT poem. Keep at it!