Heaven is Coming
a poem by Susan Haley
Heaven is coming? I find that strange.
If heaven is coming, you mean there's a range?
Will the coming be soon? Or still far away?
Maybe next month? Or yet this day?
Heaven is coming? I don't understand.
I thought I carried it in the grip of my hand,
My fingers wrapped 'round a soft-colored rose.
Or, the fur of my cat tickling my nose.
Heaven is yet coming? Thought 'twas it that gave
The foaming white cap to the roll of the wave.
I believed it was heaven, in the morning I hear,
As the trill of a songbird enters my ear.
But heaven is coming? It may be awhile?
I thought I'd seen it in a small child's smile.
The sun rising brilliant in a soft morning sky,
A vision of majesty caressing my eye.
Oh, but heaven is coming? Am I to agree?
That this isn't heaven, that wondrous tree?
You mean it's not heaven that gives my heart rise
As I gaze in the blue of my beloved's eyes?
Heaven is coming?
I shed a tear . . .
All this time,
I thought it was here.
Susan Haley ~ © 2004 ~ All Rights Reserved
Susan Haley
Thanks Susan for the poem... John Wolf
