My Heaven [2021]

My Heaven is not a gold white city,

with emerald streets. 

It is not a place with more, 

but a place with less.

A place much less complex,

than the life I have lived.

God does not walk around, 

white robe and crown,

issuing divine decrees. 

My Heaven, 

I think where I am meant to be, 

is a large white beach, with tall dark trees.

A stark cool place, near a broad blue sea.

It really is where I have always been meant to be. 

Just over the hill,

lay open fields, of sprawling land, 

Pure and rolling, untamed by man.

The only gold that you will find, 

is the sun always rising.

The tall divine towers are the trunks

of trees, never falling nor dying.

The emerald here is not a gem, 

But is found on the ground,

swaying in the wind.

God is here, yes indeed.

My perfect place is not alone,

if you are still then you will see.

God is here, 

in the sand and between the swaying trees.

God is present, all around, 

with beams of sunlight as His crown.

Much more real than real life itself,

more real than a holy town.

If you stay still than you will see,

God is on the sand, 

as He walks with me.