HEAVEN     26 views

How poor, in poverty, is mind in limitation
That thought, in stricture is reality’s game
Straight mind has no joy or standing ovation
No sweet picture or gold creativity’s frame

But love’s poet, seeks passion’s inspiration
And would dip a quill to heart’s softest ink
Drunk to purpose, writes in wine’s elation
Quenched of thirst, in cream of nectar’s drink

A poet writes to glory, a heavenly softening
This poet, who writes in sweet of celebration
In reference, to need of what life is offering
And brings to earth what is Heaven’s station