Seen On High

i imagine Heaven
As a white room
A pillowed bed
A great window --
A place to rest and
Watch life
As it gathers back up
Like a wave

And prepares to come
Thundering down on you

You rest --
Because you are deeply weary --
And you rejoice --

Because that rolling wave
Prepares to
Plunge you back into pain
And presence --

You will be drowned into it.

How delicious,
The deep bed,
The tall window,
The liquid wall --

The surrender.

--Mr. Gobley

1 comment:

amba said...

That's as appealing as any vision of the after- or inter-life I've ever come across.