Heaven

I once heard that hell is wanting to be somewhere other than you are

So I asked the Universe, “Is Heaven wanting to be exactly where you are?”

That can’t be it

I don’t believe it would be wanting for anything

No, because that would be too shallow

Heaven can’t be something we want or don’t want

It must be there always present

Every now and then I catch a glimpse

Or feel it’s compassionate touch

It’s there in a laugh, a tear, an embrace

In empathetic eyes, patient ears

And an understanding heart

It’s the forgiving of what was

And what will ever be

It’s in the Mercy of the sunset

And the Grace of a Sunrise

It’s in the wind that lifts burdens

And the cleansing of water

It is there for me, whether I want it or not

Undeserving

Only if I will allow it

It is the Truth.