Heavens Poems

Seven Heavens Steps

A traveler stands at the foot of the stair,
With earthly dust and a heart full of prayer.
The first step, a stone of awakening light,
To see the world in a new, holy sight.
The second step calls for a silence so deep,
Where secrets the soul has long wanted to keep,
Are whispered away in a cleansing release,
A gift

Middle of the Night

Middle of the dark night
New moon uncloaks the stars
My wife snores gently in bed
My border collies resting comfortably
The warm night entices me
I stand in the dark yard
The heavens are spread before me
A lone streetlamp glows in the distance
Its ghostly light a small beacon
Yet it does not disturb me

Super Hero Heart Henrietta Heavens Helpful Hand

Super Hero Heart Henrietta Heaven’s Helpful Hand
Blew in swiftly, barely touching her feet on corn or land
We watched her flit here, there, under, over, around and through.
She got little accomplished but certainly entertained me and you.

In the Heavens

In the heavens,  
Light pervades and intervenes.  
Mystery is unmasked,  
And the night trembles at the feet of the Divine.  

Souls that ascend to the heavens  
Stand in awe of their majesty and magnificence.  
The arts and crafts are beyond human imagination;  
The glow and glory surpass what

What Makes Me Smile

                                       What Makes Me Smile

            

King Alfred the Great modern English translations by Michael R Burch

KING ALFRED THE GREAT MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

King Alfred the Great (circa 849-899) was the first English king to be a notable scholar, poet and translator. Alfred has been credited with translating Latin works of Boethius into Old English (i.e., Anglo-Saxon English), although it is not known if he did the translations himself, assisted, or just

Heart Flight

When a heart grows wings

And we accept a ride

The heavens open

And we are pulled inside

Every fiber of our being comes alive

Our souls become vessels

Where joy reside

We welcome each moment

As a long-for prize

New songs are born

And old ones die

Life’s mountains flee

Away our troubles fly

The universe sparkles

When a heart grows wings

And we accept the ride

thou say villainess or mistress

I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine

Heavens above

My God, it’s filled of stars.
That twinkle and shine with each luminescent bulb affixed to their body
With their blue and white moon-glazed skin that contracts the inky nothingness that follows

It’s filled with little people,
Or whatever they are, specks, molecules, aliens, 
feelings.
Floating on their own journey though this world. Aggravated at earth 
for her inhabitants attacking

Sculpted by the Heavens, Haunted by the Wild

Born of stone and scripture, a chiseled child, 
Shaped by shadows, where duty smiled. 
A father's fist, a granite line, 
Molded expectations, a design divine.

Mother, a tempest, wind in her hair, 
Bipolar whispers, a haunting flare. 
Her moods, like lightning, crackled and surged, 
Leaving scars in shadows, unspoken, unpurged.

Within this fortress, my spirit confined, 
By

The Silent Visitor

It comes whisking in when least expected,
Its steps silent, its grip too cold.
It slips through cracks, unseen and unchecked,
No whistle blown, no stories told.

Whether the doors are opened or locked,
It doesn't knock to take its due.
Whether the windows are open or closed,
It cares not for the clear sky or view.

It will one day meet us

Inspired By The Heavens

Those glorious walks in the gardens path
Looking through vivid mirrors
I peek - Do I see A halo or effect
Pondering at the window pane,
 I see A birds bath
I wash my sorrows in life in the thick
My space I keep me cleansed in fact
Soul in my heart! Where do I start?
Deeply Devoted, I view hue of

heavens knight

heaven’s knight
he walks across the clouds
the first one to greet me

I am astounded
is this Jesus?
I am too shy to ask

He takes my hand
leading me back across the wave of clouds
I feel beloved, appreciated, respected

without words he has alleviated my fears.
I follow the way a lost sheep follows a shepherd
which he is, right?

The Heavens

Carved arches of rainbows competed with the sunbeam clouds.
Stairs from the seen scenes to the unseen secrets sped in shrouds.
Galaxies and constellations like lightning bolts shined and shunned.
Between snow-white clouds, seraphims and cherubims hummed.

I saw the souls of saints around the thrones of the Trinity.
They sang and danced, adorned in robes of divinity.
The hems of

heavenly fires

The heavenly stars are on fire
I’m told.
You have to take some things on faith.

But where’s the smoke?
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Songs for this:
Man in finance (G6 Trust Fund) by Girl on a couch, Billen Ted
Bored by Laufey

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