Fireworks In Heaven - Poem by Leslie Alexis
After this glorious heavenly boom
None, not one shall return in gloom.
And none would track the narrowed course
For a happy heart would be the source.
And on the ‘morrow, the day after
Every face would be filled with laughter.
So as they move in the way of the spectacle
I stand unmovable, least for a miracle.
Call me dull or boring, it’s the same
But my higher understand is to be blamed.
So as all make a fuss over pitter-patter
Let me ask you this, does it really matter?
That a city would journey for seconds of light
For mere metallic sparks they brave the night.
But to their brother cries they’d not sojourn
Refusing to help the weak when they mourn.
So as many move in part of the earthly boom
I’ll prepare for the sound heard beyond the tomb
When the dead in Christ shall rise again
For in his light eternal my time I wish to spend.
Thus the trills of the earth have no impact on me
And if you don’t help your brother, you’re unworthy
Of my time, my effort and my company.
So you go your way, I’ll follow my destiny.
The spark in God’s eyes is enough for me
I will bask in his eternal tranquility.
It’s not too late to make Heaven your eternal dwelling
Simple begin by wholeheartedly caring
For the brother as much as you do for you,
Take time out from the things you normally do.
Even if it says to say to each stranger, “how are you? ”
You never know, your words can make a dark sky blue.
We need not follow the pattern of this evil world
Of instant pleasure, to full measure, don’t be null!
Just following set parts and fixed destinies
Extend a hand for many are blessed through these.
Fireworks and flash on earth don’t really matter
Instead, it's seeing there is food on every platter.
To leave, I’ll trade a secret to Heaven’s grace
-It’s putting a smile on every passing face.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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