They tell there are no words there,
Nor books anywhere about,
So should I go to heaven;
It seems to be in doubt?
They tell of gold clouds floating,
Of harp strings on the breeze,
But vapors makes my nose run;
And breezes make me sneeze.
The righteous souls amass there,
They say as, sure enough,
I'd rather bide the meek ones;
There's righteous here, full up..
If heaven swarms with angels,
But earth, with lowly souls-
I'd rather stay here, earthbound
Than take the heavens, whole..
beautiful thoughts fitting for a writer bringing out the importance of words..and in the Bible it says'The word was God' and God is with people with 'words' and that makes a heaven on earth...enjoyed it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful poem Patti........