People, 'Of Heaven Poem by James McLain

People of heaven
of People each place and faith
from which they came.
If it is the plains on which they lived,
then her hair shall smell of grass.
Sweet green grass high to the waist
waist high in grass, stood he.
With her, his mate;
As she appeared in the grass,
with his eyes wide open,
she is there and sits to wait.
Grass and trees they have
gathered beneath, having to think
both one for the other.
Grass under their feet feeling the wind
having no need to speak with another.
Different some what from their source
but from awe, both beings meek.
Hearts that beat, gathered from two
leaving one.
Plus the two, with green sweet grass
and the breeze.

Souls that have come, will they stay?
Having to come from that which was
and never which was before.
Could they not remember or have known?
Having no souls, yet they came.
Eyes of they softly, glowing with life
as one with the grass there so green.
Wholly knowing no strife gently
and being.
People of heaven;
of People each place from which
they came.
Did they not know our values moralities
Beyond our knowing, left to each others.
Both from the one and the other knowing
from which both have come.
Eyes softly opened.
Wholly and filled with green blooms
And rising as they rise, as the grass.
Yellow sun in their eyes and
to know all to briefly as wise.
That all such eyes are soft and
waiting to open.
Faces turned outwards and into follow words.
Consciousness meets consciousness
saving unbeknown st,
cloven words with he, him self, with she,
and the cooling breeze.
And warmth for all of that, such as they should
know being good it is and they stayed,
Both now one and he with whom both came to know.

People of heaven;
of People each place from which
they came.