What joy for them that are gone! To be tucked away in the safety of His arms. No earthly vessel could ever contain The peace now shown on each little face. With the hope of their future no longer required, The final bell sounded loud and clear The Master calls roll for those He holds dear Each child assembled one by one, To be fitted for their wings... To take their new seats... In that majestic school room in the sky.
Sometimes when life gets chaotic and you need to unwind, we look for something to relax us...a Cup of Tea, perhaps! The purpose of this blog is to provide just that...a relaxed and open (online) place where people can share thoughts and feeling on various topics found in the poetry posted. (All poetry is written by Melinda Tomlinson unless other-wise noted. So come on in and take a sip...