Heaven

”Heaven” *****. (Alleluia Poem 2, 7/1 In truth, I had felt the edge of Heaven, surely Brought by the Holy Spirit upon My wondering if it were possible That Heaven exists Outside of place — of any where — Like song, or poetry, or mathematics, And very like memories quite vivid, But beyond the physical...however, this Sensing of Heaven surrounding caught Me searching the air around my bed and Beyond the windows for floating glitter — Ahh, so truly human... Our Lord is within, —indeed, but also As he creates it, is our sustaining atmosphere— Within, without, yes, the All truly essential, has Been here and unto heaven’s touch; yet, Neither glitter nor vapor, and, notice there, how Blown graphite will never settle on any contours Of the omnipresent; nor any rhyming Words wanting to paint the ineffable Elation of a soul Embraced and rising: Alleluia! For a fledgling’s first glorious flight. Soar!