My version of heaven:
a leafy place with the
wind rustling secret
gardens, deep pools
tucked in
unexpected niches.
A place to be still.
Would a star have
desires?
It does not circle
anything.
Rather, its own intensity
and strength
draws matter into
its sphere.
Would it look longingly
at an imperfect
existence
where it is important
to find time,
where consequence
follows action?
Is it really rest
that I long for?
Or bringing worlds
into being?
And why
why would it
matter?
If I reached out
in the darkness
would I find you
or only a fragment
of myself?
Surely, surely
that day will come
as even, now,
I fold my
mortal hands
in prayer.
(Dec. 17, 2009)
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