heaven
heaven?
mother teresa is pushing
a shopping cart filled with
potatoes and toaster ovens
along the alley ways
of a ghetto on the outskirts
of the shining city
while saddam sits in council
with seven virgins lying naked,
their skin gleaning energy
from the Son,
beside the swimming lagoon
in a sleepy suburb,
gleaming towers in their view.
love radiates from the Center
directed outwards,
the devotion of Love’s children
directs it inwards.
the heart of the city beats
like a drummer’s orgasmic solo,
the rhythm is there
can you feel the beat?
you can’t beat the feel
of the Creator’s will
etched upon the footprints
in the wheelhouse of your mind.
Heaven is but a breath away,
do you dare to draw it in?
agnewpickens 