I wonder if the poetry of Heaven
Will be as beautiful as poetry of Earth?
For Heaven is nothing but bliss and joy,
But it is pain that produces great art!
In Heaven, we can no longer cry of separation.
In Heaven, we can no longer worry for our sins.
In Heaven, we can no longer want for more.
In Heaven, there is no yearning, but fulfilment.
So, enjoy this pain! Enjoy its fruits while you can;
You will never be astounded by the brutality of life again.
You will never harbour the flames of that pain again.
You will never feel the sheer power of the human will again.
Instead, you will be at peace.
How do I explain this sadness? It’s perpetual
But so very bearable.
We’ve grown fond of each other.
She doesn’t take my time during the day,
Or when I need to get things done.
How kind of her to only visit when I’m alone
And in the depths of the night.
How can I dislike her when she’s so considerate?
“You made your boundaries clear” she said to me.
“We’ve a good understanding” I replied.
But she scares me… I must confess:
Some nights, she looks far too pretty,
And I’m weak to such a face…
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