How could heaven be
More spectacular than a sunset
Draping its scarlet mantle over a ridge of snow-crested mountains
More beautiful than a waterfall
Plunging through the branch of lush green forest
More serene than a glassy lake
Reflecting the first golden embers of the morning sky?
We need not die
To apprehend the bounds of heaven.
This miracle Earth:
All we need do is open our eyes.
(Previously published in The Gentle Survivalist, Sept.1999; Irish Stew, Summer Issue 2007)
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