Glimpse of heaven

Love can be glimpse of heaven,

With no sand castles or moon dunes,

Floating beneath the brooding sun,

No politicians or shopping trolleys.

I want to see who made the moon,

Hung the stars on a curtain of dreams,

Left behind the crucifix coins we wear.

Even the cripple have a triple crown

The lame leap with dances in a song,

Going to see a king fly on wings of prayer,

Indulgencies of the weak claim to be strong,

Bind the death howls and smearing fire.

Exchange miracles borne amongst angels,

Moon beams spread the tapestry of heaven.

The kingdom come over every tropical isle,

Praises flung with jewel beads in the air,

And live on whatever Gods grace brings.

Bare the nature and the invisible power,

Life will be peaceful; we can play and sing,

Heavens jubilee innumerable company,

With stars to guide the beauty of the night,

They paint the sky in a transparent ring.

Speeding arrows engulf with showers,

Holy Grail shine in the sky stained light,

A halo makes a road on the celestial trail.

The rising sun sees another day unveil,

No night of sorrow to drape with fears,

The curse of sin is gone with unfriendly realm.

In early dew strung the ephemeral intent,

Dotted in houses where there was no room,

Robe with immortality joy split the firmament.

Rising humans leave the empty tomb,

Forgiven words left with fleeting kisses,

Rapture saints the immortal tapestry given.

Tribulation in disguise drop a star in the abyss,

Splattered garland around the throne,

And we see only faint glimpse of heaven.