Pulled and Prodded
Reaching for
far off glory

A life in
the past
Colors the desire

A dream
And an omen
Remember the goal

Curves pull
hither
Ivory silken lament

Lust for
riches stain
the mirror

Gold’s glimmer
saunters the
conch shell

A pure heart
beckons
God whispers

Angels abound
Reminding
us

Be ready
The day
is near