On Heaven

What is Heaven like? 


Heaven is like, after a growing struggle against the confines of space-time, 

After the dark kicking and wrestling with the membrane of everything finite, 

Like bursting, after a threshold of pain, out Into the free light 


The more the soul stretches, develops in sensitivity 

The less it all fits

All held in by inabilities 

inhibitions

incomprehensions 

The imperfection of three dimensions...

Until the heart 

Flows over into a song 

That longs to be born again 


Heaven is not

Seeing, in slivers but everything all at once 

the inside and outside

And the hairs in the back of our heads and the front 

It is like 

Tracing the lines, slowly 

Of your old home 

And everything all of sudden is known 

Faced, felt, held, in a word 

Contemplated 


It is like tasting,

but more than tasting 

It fills 

All the way up, and more than enough

It spills 

Over and outward, and always, and everywhere 

Once Heaven is the there then for once we don’t want to be elsewhere...


Heaven 

Is that 

This

That’s everything He Is

Through Him and with Him and in Him 

And we are His





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