What does Heaven look like?A Poem by Judie BlondeI wrote this off the heels of an existential crisis; a crisis of my Faith; and now I just see Religion everywhere and I feel like there’s a line I can cross to live in a ‘correctly holy’ way.
So why is everything white?
One can’t escape it!- The lines and borders of that raiment Flow over all and encapsulate everything. Even milk on the stove, heating Slowly, slowly- The bubbles group together and for A moment it seemed that an eye peered out: A filial eye, a paternal eye A motherly eye all warm and glowy With long lashes like Naked willow boughs; brown as a compass. Then they dispersed- and again Appeared in the clouds, then in the Steel-hot sun and even the moon Was victim to this apparition- It was the eye of a rabbit there, And that of a flaky empress-lady; Well, they were looking over white Lotus lunar cakes- and traitorous red beans. Nuances of white? You ask, what does Heaven look like? The white always does push the grey Of thunder-frazzle away- I guess that must be it, said I. You’re still knocking on that door I see your mind at it every day. I wonder if it’ll open up for you- (You know you aren’t very holy) You almost took that silver to your wrists And it was always said That there shall no man see It, and live. © 2024 Judie Blonde |
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Added on September 21, 2024 Last Updated on September 21, 2024 |