Michael Walker

Veteran Poet - 1,591 Points (July 15,1990 / Omaha)

It Ain'T Bad, But It Ain'T Heaven - Poem by Michael Walker

The gate is narrow, yet the yoke is light.
Water glitters an instant, then, is gone
In crowns of diamonds on wave-crests in sight
Through lazy haze of summer days so long.

The cable cars are buzzing in the breeze
Laden with wafting perfume, dough, and salt
On sun-kissed skin's hidden, forbidden seas
Beneath the edifices built by fault.

Learn to never fear our weary years!
On earth, who knows the worth of every birth?
Infinity's amidst our mists of tears,
Welling from depths of dearth, as well as mirth-

I yearn to see the faces of the saints,
For they're the self-portraits that Jesus paints!

Topic(s) of this poem: heaven

Poet's Notes about The Poem

After abiding in San Francisco, this is my reaction to Herb Caen's quote, 'One day, if I get to Heaven, I'll look around and say, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.'

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 27, 2014

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