Heaven

Heaven...
A land of no worries...
Some boast of its flowing milk and honey...
I dream ignorantly of a bliss...
No longer living in the resentment of this life's present affliction...
It has to be a place...
Better...Than... This...
This heaven you speak of...
I'm actually now curious of, because...
If indeed,  a place of reward of faithful duty and complacent servitude...
Would I finally take heed to a righteous calling?...
Adhere fanatically to unnatural divine creeds and finally pledge an allegiance to an invisible deity?...
(Scoffs)
To rationale such a notion, this blessed heaven...
Takes a ripping away I say!
Of vain philosophy and regurgitated sayings...
What it actually takes...
I've seen, is heartache after heartache...
To break...
This destructive delusion that my world actually revolves around me...
Takes even!
Seeing the handling of unborn babies...
Mishandled and mis carried to tupperware graves..  
The reniggin and cursing of vows...
When I realize, it was you! That put my loved ones in the ground!...
Endless pleadin and beggin for signs and compromises...
Snottin and crying!...
Til ultimately, I concede...
With a mighty fervor, I finally believe...
In this light so bright...
The prisms of lenses...
Set a fire to these optic nerves...
To an immortal transcendence!...
I can finally see the significance!...
No longer subservient but engulfed in the radiance likened unto a ressurected Phoenix!...
I believe!...
In a heaven...
A place not only in mind but a revealing of life's true meaning...
I believe...
As a farmer,  who has irritated lands according to timeless sure ways...
I need my existence to make a difference!...
When I shut my eyes...
And you sing reprises of ol negro spirituals...
I want you to believe I'm still witchu...
In fact, I'll never leave you!...
That same Spirit that breathes breaths of essence in every tiny insect and bird...
I heard...
From three little fowling...
Say, Oh no!...
Not to worry...
Because every little ting, is gonna be alright!...
And alright it is...
Because with every tearful lift and I'm lifting all praises to the one true King...
Whose heaven is just a simple dwelling...
Like you and me...
See?
To taste and see, a wine so divine...
Not unto a drunken stooper...
But glad tidings, love and joyful things...
To behold in head and heart...
The intention from the beginning...
A magnificent reopening...
Don't call my name until I'm surely ready...
To meet you again...