The Very Thought

I love the very thought of Heaven:

Where angels sing

In perfect, perpetual choir practice.

Where Father, Son and Spirit rule

Unchallenged

And are honoured in full measure.

I love the very thought of Heaven:

But I was not made

To live there.

I was not made

To walk on clouds,

And bask eternally

In immaterial splendour.

I was made for this green planet:

This tight ball

Of aching beauty,

Alive with the unending possibilities

Of his creative power.

I was made for the sunshine

That blazes through the veins of a leaf

And glints on the tiny, perfect back

Of a ladybird crossing my arm.

I was made to be human

In this most human of places.

I was made for earth:

The earth is my home.

That’s why I’m glad that God,

More than anyone,

Is a friend of the earth:

Prepared as he was to die

For its release.

And that’s why I’m glad

That the magnificent, jewelled foundations

Of the mighty pearly gates

Will be anchored

Deeply and forever

In the soil of earth.

Comments

[Simon Penney]

Great Poem and so true!