as we metamorphose

Line of inquiry: “being mistook we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” as we metamorphose light lingers all around the heavenly realm one thinks white is boring - is snow? and what of the brightest spirit, is she rainbow, all colors bequeathed at heaven’s behest? the pages and pages, bound, pulled from the un-dusty shelf the fire tests each moment not only by its result, but by its heart. all works in flames, but those in the palms of Christ create gold, silver, and bronze home is where we rest and dwell we thought we were home on earth that is the old earth and at our abode some couldn’t step out of their nest life had beat them up - figuratively, sometimes literally. home is where we rest our soiled clothes we left behind when we saw the new set, we realized we looked as if we’d been deep in mire quite covered by euphoria, no longer anxious, fearful, forgetful, forensic the glow eclipses that of fairy dust our feet forget themselves and walk on water, on air, on clouds, wherever for ever and ever. are lips can’t help but praise our Creator in paradise