Kingdom Of Heaven Poem by Ray Hansell

I hear tell of this place called heaven
But I've yet to meet anoyone who's been there
Then I heard when you die that's where yo go
But somehow that just doesn't seem fair

To get to such a place
Someone has to die?
I'm sure there must be other ways to get there
If one would surely try

But then it was explained to me
In very great detail
You can't buy your way there
It's a place that's not that's for sale

It's a place where your soul goes
As it rises from your body after death
Your funal journey home
After you've taken your last breath

I hear it's a place of peacefulness
A quiet and final resting spot
Perched high above God's clouds
Where it's neither cold or hot

The best part about it
Is that it can't be owned
A quiet and sacred place
That God calls His own


5-7-20/RjH