Always

Heaven might be defined as the place which men avoid. - Thoreau

Passing through oblivion.

Feeling forsaken.

Amidst boufant clouds.

Imbibing from a crystalline stream along the way.

Basking in the contradiction that less is more.

Euphoric, almighty topopgraphy.

A divine reward.

My hand trembles and my soul is eager.

As I reach for the handle of a magnanimous gate.

A deep voice calls out in truth's prayer.

"I made you."

"You are mine."

"I love you."

"Always have and always will."

Deep and undeniably fervent.

"Well done, thou good and faithful servant" ...

Author's Note

"And now that we have returned to the desultory life of the plain, let us endeavor to import a little of that mountain grandeur into it. We will remember within what walls we lie, and understand that this level life too has its summit, and why from the mountain-top the deepest valleys have a tinge of blue; that there is elevation in every hour, as no part of the earth is so low that the heavens may not be seen from, and we have only to stand on the summit of our hour to command an uninterrupted horizon." - Thoreau