Heaven’s Balcony

Heaven’s lanai
A grand overlook
Of His majesty.

God’s own handiwork
Gold spun glass.
That never dulls
But shines with each new step.


This allay of living amber
Renews the journeyman’s path.
Yes, even Heaven’s floor offers solace.

Just as His presence is a nexus
Of His glory and His command
To live, freely flowing within
All of His creation.

Each dram of His light Shines without end.
On contact it melds with every
Breath and I fall to my knees.

I cup my brawl trying to
Lessen its sinew.
This blinding light that
Shines upon my soul
Piercing my spirit
Even unto my past.

From my earthly hovel
I kneel on my enlace.
Tears of regret stain its borders
And are quickly replaced with joy.

Wafting prayers are ferried away
Vespers of praise open Heaven’s gate.

Angels who have served Him
Without time.
Slow their pace to see my face
And ponder my existence.

How a creature so flawed
Could move the hand of God.
And though my attempts
To serve will pale in their measure
Nevertheless will I surrender.

Reviews

[Amy R]

Beautiful write, heaven's balcony, a place where everyone will want to visit in the afterlife. A magnificent place, we must dream off, as well.

The poem emphasizes the contrast between the speaker's flawed humanity and the perfection of God's creation, culminating in a sense of surrender and devotion.

Imagery and everything really made this piece perfect.. Thank u for sharing,

-Amy

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherry... Amazing Grace in every phrase. I am humbled by your words... and wish you days of Heaven's Peace. praying for Spring flowers...
softly, Pat

[Cherrie]

🌝 thank you Pat.

[red93]

Ooh Cherrie - you have excelled yrself with this Hymn of Praise. Transcendent and strangely moving - very uplifting and beautifully worded. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wish we had more of this...faith in a kind deity...than the need to prove who is more powerful by starting wars.
You make the angels smile.
j.

[Cherrie]

Thank you Jacob
I played with the wording of this one for a bit trying to create a portrait.

[Cherrie]

I’ll tell of been on a Malcolm Guite kick of late listening to his lectures and reading Donne and George McDonald.