Heaven is above you;
that’s what they tell you.
That’s what they say
when they want your eyes elsewhere.
Here comes the flood.
Here comes the hailstorm.
Open your mouth
and sigh
until you drown.
Only the fools
still waste away.
In the sunshine of haste
they play.
Amazed they still remain,
accepted and often
guilty of something,
but isn’t everyone?
They accuse
the sky
of all their crimes,
because no one defends
Heaven.
The wise choose their words
at a snail’s pace.
The lie twists the world,
but not everything.
Every morning
the Sun rises,
at least it has
every day so far.
Light unveils
a sky that changes,
but no more than the day,
or the eye.
Search as you might,
you won’t know its secrets.
You’ll go into the ground
with no answers.
Funny how,
to know what is
above you,
you must look and see
what is below.
Down on the ground,
crawling all around,
comes out of your mouth;
your silent underground.
The greatest test of Faith
isn’t staring at the sky;
it’s asking yourself why
you still
deny that there’s
something left inside.
Just dig deeper.
Get some dirt,
some flesh under your nails.
Dig deeper,
it’s not going to be
just below the skin.
Dig deeper,
and only when
you’ve exposed your most
soft and vulnerable,
your secret deep inside,
look to the sky
and you’ll see the connection.
Heaven is Truth.
Don’t hide the Truth in you.
HG – 2018
