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What Heaven Is

 

When I am writing songs, I sometimes jot down words and phrases which ultimately begin as a form of poetry. In practice, very little of what I write in my little notebooks end up in song form. Sometimes the words lead to no finished "art" of any sort; other times, the words feel more like poetry than song. And that's what happened below. It may end up as a song some day, but for now I'm glad to share some of my words in this poem.
"what heaven is"
when I stop climbing up
the air is thin
my energy evaporated again
and I finally concede
there is no heaven
no heaven I can see
above the tallest trees
no place for me to rest
for imagined eternity
standing on ancient stones
left by fractured mountains 
weathered by ten thousand storms
walked on by the largest army ever seen
of our single cell ancestry
and I finally concede
there is no heaven I can see
this is where the dinosaurs used to be
we've inherited the age of human kind
how long? not for long
a blink of God's eye
everything I've been told
was only half true, I eventually find
believing in a good idea
is worshipping a false ideal
heaven and hell are stories of consequence
making sense of night and day experience
every scriptured word a new idea, a new experiment
some held true and others others mythical
the truth of right and wrong may be questionable
one thing isn't a question of altitude
when you truly love 
or when you have been loved
you know best what heaven is

When I am writing songs, I sometimes jot down words and phrases which ultimately begin as a form of poetry. In practice, very little of what I write in my little notebooks end up in song form. Sometimes the words lead to no finished "art" of any sort; other times, the words feel more like poetry than song. And that's what happened below. It may end up as a song some day, but for now I'm glad to share some of my words in this poem.

 

"what heaven is"


when I stop climbing up

the air is thin

my energy evaporated again

and I finally concede

there is no heaven

no heaven I can see

above the tallest trees

no place for me to rest

for imagined eternity


standing on ancient stones

left by fractured mountains

weathered by ten-thousand storms

walked on by the largest army ever seen

of our single-cell ancestry

and I finally concede

there is no heaven I can see

this is where the dinosaurs used to be

we've inherited the age of human kind

how long? not for long

a blink of God's eye


everything I've been told

was only half true, I eventually find

believing in a good idea

is worshiping a false ideal

heaven and hell are stories of consequence

making sense of night and day experience

every scriptured word a new idea, a new experiment

some held true and others mythical

the truth of right and wrong may be questionable

one thing isn't a question of altitude

when you truly love or

when you have been loved

you know best what heaven is

 

 

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