Heaven...
We speak of doves and cherubims
Of angels chanting mystic hymns
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Absolutely brilliant writing! How wonderfully you use the language Valerie.
Wow, right on Valerie! You hit the mark, perfect center; it is here and now, within us, and all around us. A radiant poem of life.
What else can be said this poem says it powefully. Perhaps the Bohemians were right, truth, beauty, freedom and above all things love. These are ideals that exist without the need for fear to suppress and control, but alas people would not be encouraged to think for themselves. Love the way you split the poem so digital, monochrome a reply in terms acceptable to many theists.
What a philosophy, I cannot agree with you more! Heaven and Hell are both embodied in the human condition. They are not places or physical destinations one can reach in body. Rather a mental destination, a state of mind within all of us, within all the deeds by every single man and woman in the world. Thank you Valerie for honoring this philosophy with sound literary craft!
i normally dont go beyond a few stanzas in long poems...but this is an amazing write captivating classical and done in the poetic tradition of masters. you can be proud of this creation...lovely lovely... :) cheers
An amazing, brilliant analysis of where we all reside, at various times in our life. This should make people think, long and hard-A tremendous sermon-Amen!
Heaven and Hell here on earth; so eloquently written in equal form, not many can feel what you feel and still maintain the ability to express it. Thank You Valerie.......
Wonderful poem, you are inspiring me to want to write again about my beliefs of life. So pleased to have discovered your poetry x
At last! ! ! Common sense prevails... This is so right (to my mind) I scurried within and beneath the bible I had instilled in my brain from an early age(god was my invisible freind) but when I lost my sister after such a painful illness (The bible gave me no comfort whatsoever) I found myself lured by nature in my darkest hours and to hug a tree is a comfort. Not man made books from trees cut down. Sorry if I sound a bit strong but this is how I see it. I respect all religions just choose paganism and nature as the one to which I bow in reverence now.., thank you and as you can see, this write affected me as it is a relief. Karen If my comments are too strong I will not mind if this is removed.. Just had to say.
i have to say that this poem was GREAT! ! ! ! i loved it..My favorite so far of your poems i had the chance to read. also thanks for the reviews.
What an awesome poem like a modern Milton! Love the flow and construction it is a little masterpiece.Well done on creating a brilliant piece of work.
All I can say at the moment is wow. Just wow. I'm glad you stumbled upon me causing me to stumble upon you.
Thats really good.I enjoyed that.Lilting quality to it.Life is for the living, for sure.