Sometimes, Heaven is right under your feet –

                  shoes off, velveteen blades

                  caressing your sole – soul.

Sometimes, Heaven hides behind your furrowed brow –

                  the right moment to crawl down your cheek

                  in a single tear into the light of day.

Sometimes, Heaven floats on the gentle currents above –

that shelter

the treachery of the undertow below.

Sometimes, Heaven hammers at the door of miscommunication –

clambering for and scrambling with truth.

Sometimes, Heaven soars.

Sometimes, Heaven screeches.

Sometimes, Heaven caresses your cheek.

Sometimes, Heaven slams you against the wall.

But, sometimes – sometimes –

Heaven is just that.

Shared by Susan Ceely Phillips