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TEARS IN A BOTTLE COLLECTION Caryl Ramsdale, American Poet

about: Heaven

And he turned him unto his disciples, and said privately, Blessed are the eyes which see the things that ye see: For I tell you, that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them. LUKE 10:23 & 24 KJV

WITH MY EYES CLOSED to Alvin Holley Clusters of puffy white clouds, Sharply outlined, and flat based; Drift toward the City of God, Their fair weather float is paced.  Slowly—inflating—they climb— Changing idly—they ascend; Silhouettes take shape as those Cotton ball clouds bunch and bend.

A showy growth of feathers Peak one’s crests blown by the wind; Holy figures grow and change Twixt its beginning and end.  Hear faint angelic voices Coming from somewhere nearby? That’s God’s heavenly choir— Chanting praise—filling His sky.

That sound brings the Lord’s stillness To a noisy universe; Comes from divine worship of God in melody and verse.  Someday I’ll see His City, Witness all that man supposed; And know I’ll see better In His light with my eyes closed.  ©Copyright 1999-2007 Caryl Ramsdale.  All rights reserved.

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