My Heaven Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Is this not my heaven?
I came to you
shrouded in the death of my own making
wrapped and tied in gauze life webs
in search of my salvation.
There at the end of my world
I came to you seeking the complexities of peace.
Seeing it there, my Jerusalem in your arms,
knowing the holy land is not promised to sinners,
I lay my burden at what could be your crossroads,
content to be a zealot on fire with passion...
bathed in the light of your love.