Heaven

We learn to pray by praying. We can spend hours studying other people's experiences, but nothing is more vivid than an individual's prayer and its heavenly response. By Poet The night sky was utterly dazzling with the stars' awry. Breeze clasps surreal trees and lifts solemn blights. I could hear my name being shouted from on high. With a stunning show of a billion-plus lights. Whimsically roving soul in luxurious zenith oozing. The rivers and oceans merge with the spire's fusing. Heaven's waves strive to mix with seraphic infusing. Should my essence not combine with the divine? The cliffs kiss the lofty sky, and the rivers shine. No rose can be saved if it loathes its own whine. A gilded, serene grace, adorns bliss and joy's way. There are no tears or pain, only timeless rapture sites.  Vast relics of divine life, still sing duets and musing. Heaven is an exalting golden sea of canticles on the line. 1St place contest winner Written: February 25, 2023 Writing Challenge -H Words - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD