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
2 responses to “Sometimes Heaven…”
Just plain lovely. Thanks!
Love your poem. And a great photo.