Heaven poking through

Amidst the hustle and bustle of shoppers, frantic to grab a good bargain, a store laden with beautiful things waits patiently, warm arms open wide. I take delight in the rustic creations of its shelves and inwardly croon and swoon at the serenity created by a piece of soothing music.  I feel peace. And I see Heaven poking through.


Joy reaches his eyes as he relives his childhood. And I see Heaven poking through.


Though her eyes are filled with tears, she smiles with acceptance and carries on. And I see Heaven poking through.


Ahead is a mixture of orange, pink and purple as the sun sets behind with striking gold and yellow. It lights the eight o'clock sky. And I see Heaven poking through.


She smothers me with motherly hugs and kisses. Her love knows no bounds. It reaches the depths of my heart. And I see Heaven poking through.


Evelyn looks into the thickness of Winter; a blur of pine trees and snow disappearing into the misty distance. And she sees Heaven poking through.

Slumber

Something definite about winter is that it has this particular darkness about it. What with the fog and grey enriching the green of the land it may appear beautiful and mysterious, but the reality is quite opposing. Bad choices are made in the darkness of winter. Irrationality is taken on in an attempt to find familiarity, warmth, love. And lust prevails.

Oh! Into this slumber I have fallen.

Against my greater will I have behaved.

Oh! Winter you have tricked me

And set me in this slumber.

Oh Spring come! Awaken my better judgement.

Or if you be delayed,

A freak of nature would be okay.

Oh! Freak of nature wake me from this sleep!