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"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills—
An Awe if it should be like that
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1.
Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy-
that's just the way I am.
2.
I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
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No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
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What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
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It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!
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Carved arches of rainbows competed with the sunbeam clouds.
Stairs from the seen scenes to the unseen secrets sped in shrouds.
Galaxies and constellations like lightning bolts shined and shunned.
Between snow-white clouds, seraphims and cherubims hummed.
I saw souls of saints around the thrones of the Trinity.
They sang and danced, adorned in robes of divinity.
The hems of cloaks of the father, the son, and the spirit
Flowed and glowed through the realm, joys implicit and explicit.
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When I prayed to God,
He answered me with thunder,
With streaks in the sky.
I told he will
So, don't worry, Anne, he will greet you
With a rose and open arms
He will serende you with words of love
With his deep voice and looks
You both will have a chat with cigarettes and wine
His soft sad eyes will bring yr heart closer to his
As he would write poetry, and you dance
He'll be there in a pin-striped suit and a fedora
Waiting for yr hand
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A kid asks for more-
Just a loaf could not quench hunger.
A paradise turns into Hell.
Integrity is worth far more than money;
Great are the joys that fill the suff’ring soul;
The devil’s words, though seeming sweet as honey,
In truth are poison, and as black as coal.
This life is filled with sorrow and with crosses,
Which sometimes feel the heaviest of wood;
But there is gain for each of all our losses,
Though there is pain in trying to be good.
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