Shared Heaven... Poem by Trevor Schulte

Why do we tread a path
that tends to sink every step;
wearing a path that dissipates
our only light from our midst.
It breaks us up into pieces;
pieces that shatter our hope, trust, purpose...
When we look towards the end
the depth continues to extend,
cutting our hopes
as disillusionment attempts to mend.
Oh how I wish
the pain could be heard
and ears would be prompt.
If only a cry
could no longer be a sound,
but a plea;
a plea that turns heads
towards a need that suppresses the wants;
prevailing into hearts
to have a day of harmonized hope,
where the cries are jointed and pointed
towards a shared hope
that will forever be anointed.
Why can't friends share in one another,
coping as if they were brothers.
Providing shoulders to lean on,
words to ascend;
lifting each chin
and making the heart amend.
To grasp each embrace
to the full extent
for which it was meant,
would open the problematic eyes;
clearing a path
that leads to the land
where love not need be achieved.
A place where a hug be a greeting
and a kiss be an address.
A land where complements
be the language,
spoken without expectations
but mere topic.
Oh how these idealistic dreams
blind me with please,
bringing forth a land
to mimic on a basis of repeat.
For it is this day when we congregate
that the glimpse of this Heaven shall appear.
Taking on each matter,
with a hope that does not scatter,
but tis now the baggage of pain
that begins to shatter.
A day of promise
where two allies face the world as one,
uniting under the Divine son,
and bringing forth the phrase
'it is done! '