Heaven

We can meet God now,

feel His breath through our bones,

Or barter with our made up god to take us to our made up heavens

—at sometime convenient to us, of course.

Heaven is a little scary,

Terrifyingly beautiful, spontaneous.

Heaven sets fire to our blood.

Heaven burns off our facades,

Heaven bids us get off the pews,

and into the world,

maybe to death itself.

Heaven wakes us up at night to pray for hell,

because we’ve been there.

Where there’s no burning at all,

just communion cups raised to save souls plato gave us,

with hearts so numb, they wouldn’t know if they were burning.

Jesus melts hell’s ice with eyes of blazing fire,

the deception that kept us frozen

melts into flames.