Pete Crowther - Heaven is Here and Now
Heaven is here and now — <br />drowsing in the sun <br />on a Sunday afternoon <br />in early June, a distant hum <br />of some machinery, the murmur of <br />the sea, borne on a breeze <br />that cools, and rustles the leaves <br />of my apple trees near where I sit <br />in this comfy chair high up <br />on my garage roof where I overlook <br />green fields that stretch <br />for miles and miles to where <br />distinctions merge in the blue and <br />misty shadows of some other land <br />beyond the far horizon. <br /> <br />In the sun-warmed air sleek <br />swallows swoop and wheel <br />while other birds fly to and fro <br />so purposeful on errands that <br />no man may know. A falcon glides <br />above the trees, two butterflies <br />rise high in a spiral dance <br />and over there shining bright <br />black and white against the green, <br />heads down, a herd of Friesian cows <br />lazily graze the lush grass <br />that grows in a field by the sea.. <br /> <br />All this we know will pass: <br />other days will bring grey skies, <br />cold winds that bite, pain, loss, disease, <br />and bitter sadness, perhaps, but yet <br />this summer day when the sun is high <br />in a clear blue sky, we can truly say, <br />“Heaven is here and now”. <br /> <br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../heaven-is-here-and-
