If heaven bursts, they all fall down
and there will be no hiding place -
no place or grace for those still here
our shame exposed, our damned disgrace.
The Devil's bells will toll and those
that are exposed to all our wrongs
must then endure that awful sound
instead of hearing angel's songs.
I am ashamed, I here admit -
the family and friends I've lost
will see the blight - will fall in muck
and no amount of sheen or gloss
will hide from them this rotten land,
or make them feel that all's not lost.
Must those we love who lost their crowns
be made to pay the dreadful cost?
If heaven bursts, they all fall down;
if heaven bursts, there is no hope.
If there's no room for us up there,
the Devil then will weave a rope.
No true distinction then at all
between the rise or blasted fall
and when we die and hear the call
there is no hope for us at all.
Hi Ben. It's wonderful to read your writing again! I have never really thought of heaven bursting...but it's like someday somehow it would. And aren't we...still living...have questions of what really happens when we die. Quite a deep one.
It has been a while, but there is one thing that is sure to make me want to come back - reading excellent poetry such as this. I know its dark, but it does make one think. Is there a heaven for the amount of evil in this world? I wonder if there's enough room in hell?
As always lovely writing that makes me sing. All the best (hugs)