If there is a heaven
where souls reside after death
within or far from their bodies
it can only be poetry
the meeting place
of living souls and old souls
whose pains exist no longer
here and now, only
as an image of fate
as an understanding angel
of the love
to live, to try
the golden mean
of following and leading
to feed all the senses
with the miracle
of mother earth
embraced
by the heaven of poetry
Amsterdam, March 23rd, 2018
Poem 1709
Translation of poem 1708. Gedichtenhemel (March 22nd, 2018)
Collection The light of words
