Hark!
The angels sing.
Like crickets
Rubbing their wings.
All the world
Exists to praise -
Their spirits to raise
Through song and laughter
Reaching to the Ever After.
Raise your voices.
Sing aloud.
Choose a cloud
And soar.
Be bound no more
By limits and beliefs.
Such thiefs!
Stealing your freedom
Like chains.
What remains?
An empty shell.
Now, THAT is Hell –
To be denied
Inside.
But never fear...
This please hear:
No one’s left out.
You need no clout.
To Heaven all will go.
And there they’ll grow,
Whether sinner
Or prize winner.
All will enter
Into the very center
Of the soul -
The place where all is whole.
Lift your gaze
And give praise.
There does await
Not a locked gate
But an open door
Leading to more
Experiences
Of love.
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"Not a locked gate but an open door..." An extremely profound and passionate message beautifully written to express the inclusiveness of Heaven. As always, Arthur, your work elicits great emotion from my heart. Fine images, too!
ReplyDeleteMy motto for today will be "choose a cloud and soar..."
Wow! No coincidence here! Arthur was there listening to the tape last night too! Glad to hear from you again, Arthur. We have missed you.
ReplyDeleteAngel voices...sweet music surrounds us.
ReplyDeleteCoincidence? I think not.
We must learn to listen...to shuck off "limits and beliefs".
We must learn to see ALL-THAT-IS, and to "know it" in our hearts.
Yes, I knew right away this was Arthur.
ReplyDeleteLove the first line " Hark the angels sing, like crickets rubbing their wings."...What a neat image.