Heaven hails and hell hordes
That which the righteous gain...

(This poem is the beginning of a work in progress...
In my thoughts it slumbers...

(I play on revising this one. It is a 10-minute...
The elegant soul I now see...

(I dedicate this to the ballet girls/guy and Stan...
The lights go dim...

What wondrous ways to show His power,
sure signs of His grace and glory...

There are things I'd love to say,
for not love's sake...

(I want to know how you're all interpreting this...
*Edit* - By no means are your interpretations...