If Heaven

If heaven is really that which the prophet seers; Golden moist seething prettily around variegated blossoms, And iridescent flowers startling the eye at each flash, All to be seen rosy with preen The beauty of God’s creation all gloss and sheen! The tuneful rumble of living waters fondle the ear with an easy going pulse, O! I would surely nest a pleasing poem to such pliable rhythm. Just beautiful! And souls as much beautiful; Honestly truthful lovely souls and none much of this politicians! The well coinciding streams of honey and milk! The stable gulp of air from unflustered barricading blocks, Wow* if heaven is really real and this guys aren’t fooling us… I could paste myself to its flecked hedges to stare at his work. It would fill my heart with all joy if God calls my name… To feed my heart replete with the overflow of hope and peace, So I have nothing to repent of, But trust in his never ending goodness I would nap on God’s lap and thumb through the writings of Leteng’s remnants at much ease, I mean, if heaven is the heaven is And this guys do not only imagine all this I will die without ado and go to this Haven! I will go without any doubt!