In Heaven
What I was searching for
I could never find in this world
Because gods live in Heaven
Where the stars hang at night,
And the moon is set among them;
Even the clouds move above me,
Migrating, shifting as they do,
Yet, without a chance of rain.
Still I call out to their fleeting,
Though my voice will never reach them,
Even in the first heaven.
So, I cry out in the night
When the streets of gold shine
Through the foundation of Heaven,
But my words are as the silence
As I gaze upon each point of light,
Which twinkle in variableness,
A new one brighter every night.
The same star, twice, I cannot find,
And in much frustrated hope,
My shattered voice is heard
From within the third heaven,
And enlightened I look around.
To find an angel? I will not
Because people live here on earth.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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