In Heaven, Speaking Of Heaven Poem by james watkin

In Heaven, Speaking Of Heaven



As a well-kept lamp, held o'er
Place, dark and ugly
Bearing this brightness of soul's
Beauty-lit instinct
You'll need. If as clear, close
Shows it yet distinct.

For as one blind, forgetful
In that world, of this
All from birth stagger about;
Ever dispirited.
A bloom, a blush. Truth, source, - home!
Back through each one led.

Sunday, May 23, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: heaven,life
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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