Heaven
Is heaven a place where flowers always bloom?
Where fruit is delectably sweet,
And birds flitter in a celestial ballroom?
Is heaven a jewel crested mountain,
With silvery wispy clouds,
Raining ambrosial nectar,
From a majestic crystal fountain?
Is heaven the sounds of,
Beethoven, Brahms and Nat King Cole,
Or, is heaven not a thing,
But a aspiration that lives in the,
Chasm of one’s soul?
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2015
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