Shangri-La-Ha

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love. - Thoreau

steeped in an intricate tapestry of interminable, candled devotion

an old prayer, hardly a new notion

innocent but strong

stems trimmed but still long

whisper smooth as silken sheets

thread count of eternity

haloed, red roses of gossamer

encompassed in an alabaster vase

a high watchtower

surrounded by drooling baby's breath

whispering sweet nothings

beckoning to come hither

amidst divine reverberations of organ music

plucked strings of a harp

a copious coterie of angels of devotion dancing joyously in distinct perpetuity

asserting inherent religiosity beneath a throne of grace

a heaven of plenty

with an acrimonious knell, satan turns and departs

seething, dejected and empty

Author's Note

"We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I really enjoyed this bit of whimsy. I liked as well the implied criticisms put over very well.

[Pete]

thank you muchly kind sir ... :)

[willweb]

Now that was cool, love that ending. The entire poem was extremely creative and well written. Loved this one my friend.

[Pete]

thanks ww. keep on keepin' on friend ... :)