GOD’S HOLY LAND
Death is a gateway we all must
one day pass through.
To reach God’s Holy Land where
our souls will accrue.
We live on Earth until death
takes our hand.
We start an unknown new journey
to God’s Holy Land.
A place where there will be no
sicknesses, painful sufferings,
and no crying tears.
Where time is endless; no days,
months, and years.
God’s Holy Land where there
will be joyous beauty for
some of us to see.
God’s Holy Land has a Pearly
Gate that not all will see.
God’s Holy Land will help our
souls to live and grow.
We won’t have to worry about
‘will there be a tomorrow’.
God’s Holy Land will have
love one’s that we never
met from our homeland.
Peace and comfort is what
will be in God’s Holy Land.
Greg Zemlansky, Farmington
A “West Central” Maine Nor’easter
It came in like a furtive mouse,
One or two flakes a minute.
It shivered two hours like that.
Then a hard snow became urgent!
Wind hopped and skipped across the yard,
Before it created a whiteout.
Visibility was hand before face.
Wind and snow. Wind and snow.
Avalanched from the sky.
Plow trucks, in blizzard formation,
Tried their best to stay out of ditches.
Old man winter cried and cried.
None of us could keep up,
With Winter’s cruel game.
Shovels, snowblowers weren’t enough.
Carlton Rollins, New Sharon
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