From the sand that grind us
we're shaped to fit our prison
the one we'll escape
when we are finally risen
heaven must be free to the poor
heaven must be freedom for the bound
heaven must be water to the dessert dweller
heaven must be out of body to the hurting
heaven must be a drug for the sober
heaven must be standing tall after kneeling
what if the feeling of heaven
is the freedom from feeling
peace just is in it's purest form
love just expands
neither are feelings
if you feel heaven coming
it will be a sweet release
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned. A marvellous poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.....10