Where is it that Heaven lies
So many desperate cries!
In plain sight before our eyes
Is where true Heaven lies.
We cannot see with limited sight
Even though we shine a light.
You must see that I am right
Between these words as I write.
Maybe you made yours a hell
When you were doing so well
But you could only see the fell
Of one so good enough to tell.
Courage! As to the picture pointed
Not that he was anointed
To show what he had painted
Or in any way was he Sainted!
To lead where others might fall
Was to follow that urgent call!
Even though the sky hung a pall,
For however long, short or tall.
You are the one, to be or not to be
If only you could stand and see
You are as tall as any tree
And all around, your Heaven free!
Within you is the real tree grown
Nurtured from your birthing groan
It makes your place in Heaven known.
Don’t let your chance be blown!
But you must reach the topmost leaf
Such Ascension brings a great relief
A must in joy with little grief
Dependant on your own belief.
Step by step you take it steady
Until the time when you are ready.
It may make you a little heady,
But know you are appointed, already!
It was known all along
That you would sing your song
Playing your bowl or gong
Or just to know where you belong.
There is a path already laid
Which, called Kingdom, played
By some, another tune arrayed,
It is your light level to be made.
It may sound somewhat daunting
Or at worst a melody haunting,
But it’s as natural as flaunting
Your talents to a world in wanting.
Go with whatever seems correct
Especially a new and inviting aspect
One which causes you to reflect,
See the image with love and respect.
Both of yourself and of all others,
They are your sisters and your brothers.
Refuting and denying all that smothers
Love all as your Fathers and Mothers.
All walk the same paths of Heaven
You can guide with bread of leaven
Turning life from hell to Heaven
Be One on Earth to create Heaven!
© David Tenneson 2016.