Heaven

Heaven is not far,
For I have heard.
Stirring rustles in the sky,
A soft and loving word.

That slipped beneath the veil,
When angels speak.
When tear-stained faces turn,
And in their solace seek.

The one who cares,
And helps to drive away.
The sorrows of deception,
On which the soul might stray.

The breaking of the air,
Is on the very brink.
Of heavenly places left ajar,
No matter what men think.

For silence whispers to the soul,
O come...for it is true,
Heaven is not far away,
There is a place for you.


E.P. 1908 - 1989