the last time I looked in, it seemed Heaven was quite still
least of all mentioned anymore, alone on a hill
I suppose if the mere mention piled up bonus reward miles
it would indeed be a frequent flyer hot topic
as foreign as the concept may or may not be
I'm sure a few ardent cynics have given pause to reflect
to be sure it is a most powerful seducer
enlisting both men and women as insane suicidal terror bombers,
no matter the many winding roads that unfold
in the dreamscape of our minds, surely a heavenly bliss
has whispered sweet dreams at times
extolling comfort and reassurance
Indeed God, the God of all Gods, became flesh
living and breathing, walking among us
singing a song of redemption to free us, to love us
quite the tall tale for a human to fabricate
an apple falls sparking the science of gravity
eating one a day becomes a mainstay of sorts
of health and wealth and retail trade
Maybe Heaven is coffee...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem