Rain Down

Heaven rains down as it falls apart
I run outside to catch pieces of it in my hands
Surrounded by it I can only marvel
at what I find and hold
I look and see everyone standing outside
with outstretched hands
waiting for a touch of grace

Is There Heaven

Early morning
8am
Creeping warmth
of the Sun
The town bell
strikes the hour
Children are walking
to school
An old man
rides a bicycle
to meet his niece
for breakfast
I get out of my
hammock
My feet touch tile
as I open windows
and doors
letting in air
and light
I walk past
the kitchen
into the yard
and sit at
the table
Chirping
and flitting
Wind amplifies
the leaves
I book I left
sitting there
I open it
Begin to read
Lost in this
heaven
Home
Quiet
In the place
where nothing
and everything
resides

If my heart is free
There is no mistaking it
Glowing inner light

Rising to the sky
Feet point downwards to the ground
Heaven is above

The Fields of Heaven

Did you hear
God moved out of Heaven
Left the keys to St. Peter
Ol' Lou came to visit
But couldn't stay too long
Going back home
Going south
Going to where he belongs

Cracks Overhead

The blue sky cracks over me
Pieces tumble down
Shards of black hang overhead

Can you hear the cries
The voices calling out

No time left for good men
No one safe or innocent
Shards of sky raining down

Cries reach out over the waves
The voices calling out

Jagged quilt of black and blue
No comfort there for me
An empty chill

The voices calling out
grow quiet in the end