Heaven is not a place; it is a state;
not in the clouds, nor here on earth beneath;
heaven's not in front, behind, nor left nor right -
and yet, in love it comprehends all these.
God is not found by silence, nor by speech;
not found by fasting, nor by finest food;
not by seclusion, nor by company -
and yet, within all these, and all around.
There's nowhere, thus, to go; for all is here;
and nought to do but, present, here to rest;
and resting, wish and will and love God dear
with full intent; no other interest.
All's within the heart, so vast, so great -
for heaven's not a place; it is a state.
Michael, I think this is one of the very best pieces I've read of yours. Adroitly crafted and with that mellifluous tempo guiding it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable read Michael...you are fast becoming my favorite poet on this site. Sincerely, Kenneth