Heavenly Gardens

Twisting and shaking violently
as the night descends into darkness,
an inner voice stirring me to write
before sleep briefly lays hold of me;
extracting yet another creation
on an endless trail of creativity,
rocking back and forth while groaning
beneath the weight of listening
to the inner call that beckons me
with work — fueling a fire
that burns beyond earth and sky,
eternal realms revealing themselves
to the internal self with its naked eye —
a vision not of material things,
nor fame nor applause nor praise
of man, but of the deepest redemption
offered to man; a vision of paradise
restored in the hearts of mankind,
a place where no swords or weapons of war
shall ever be made, used, or known;
a vision of dancing and singing
with freedom and joy to the tune
of Heaven’s song, a sweet melody
resounding through lush gardens
as the flowers sprout and grow,
vines bursting wildly with life
as the birds gather to add their sound:
all the heavens and earth shaking violently
until peace and love are copulating quietly.