They say there is no Heaven, yet they marvel at the flowers
And submit their lives and souls to the passages of the Hours.
They say there is no Heaven, yet not one of them can stand
Against the raging winds and rains that buffet every land.
They say there is no Heaven, yet they fear the burning flames –
The ice, the lightning, hail, and stones that treat all men the same.
Fairies chuckle, Dryads sigh at man’s rebellious face –
Merfolk shake their heads at the open heart erased.
As men take pride in death and plagues and endless degradation
That was unknown to all of the old God-fearing nations.
They say there is no Heaven, even though they hear it sing.
It seems mankind’s forgotten – that Heaven still has wings!
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
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