With a silent and a beautiful environ on the first step,
And a soul-stirring scene of great jubilance,
I entered through the gates as the evil dep;
And saw a panorama; it induced holiness.
That is the chroncle of my canonized entrance.
As I trod the rest of my steps, angels received me;
And the nightingale with its mellifluous song,
Filled my heart with the melody of Elysium.
Beholding the beauty of the landscape,
I ceased
To see the Divine messenger ready to hail me.
I halted for a jiffy and blasted into the elegance,
Seeing the stars beckoning me- “stay back”,
I reflected in the first instance;
But decided to do what I was willing,
I stayed.
The angel took me into her arms,
I breathed into the Valhalla fragrance;
She showed me the power of her charms
And I breathed my last.
As my psyche was leaving me;
She left a message unconveyed,
Upon which- later on- I pondered
It was that the spirit had plied my skin;
To drive away Lucifer.
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- Comment from author about the poem: We only dream of the place called heaven. It is something more subtle and far more higher for our minds to reach it so it stays within our imaginations. In this piece, I have ventured to state my ideas on that beautiful adobe, heaven, or elysium, where I am the savior of the world, or my spirit is the one to wipe the evil. It is God who chooses me for the task, and here I depict how I am welcomed back to Elysium, my house, my adobe...
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Hmm. Thank you for your helpful author's comment...it made the poem more understandable. The image with it is excellent. However, I beg to differ....heaven is no imaginary place to make stories of...it is all too real, where God dwells. As He says, Heaven is My throne and earth is My footstool.... God's Word the Bible tells us all we can know about it, so far as I know.
Okay! Thoughts differ, and this is not what I think of heaven. It was just a try at writing such stuff. What I feel is that heaven and hell are on Earth itself. We feel we are in heaven when we are ecstatic, but not through materialistic pleasures, it is the pleasure of living in the world and hell is also here for us when we are sad. In short, happiness is heaven and sadness is hell.
Ya, and so I have heard "heaven" and "hell" thus characterized....thinking folk could not be serious....in thinking so lightly of them, we downplay their real significance and yet someday shall all discover their reality....may the Lord grant us to escape the latter. Thanks very much for your generosity in allowing the difference of belief...for I sometimes wonder whether if I disagree, I ought to just walk a way in silence...perhaps so.
Yeah... It is all mysterious and 'above our cuff', and none of us can have a confident say in this matter...!
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