Heaven And Earth

Heaven And Earth short poem

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Head bowed, hands folded, you stand
at the edge of the only heaven to suffice,
waiting for a small miracle to occur.
Behind us steadfast petitioners pray.
The long dense line from this morning has
thinned to just these true believers. It
matters less and less whether or not
those seeking transformation achieve
their final end. We belong to the earth,
everything we touch and taste and feel,
everything we desire and know is earthly.
I stand by you near an invisible threshold
you will cross without me. You wait
for heaven’s grace, myself for earth’s reply.

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I was born in the Twin Cities and lived my whole life here. As I look back on the many opportunities I had to live elsewhere I must conclude this is where I am rooted, near the Mississippi River, in a landscape of four seasons with many trees and parks and lakes. These are the natural things I treasure. Poetry, both reading and writing, and classical music are my two passions. Over the years most of my friends have moved to warmer climates. so in old age I find myself to be something of a loner. But I have a talent for solitude, and my extended family is very close. It's very important to me to read poems of other poets at a site like highonpoems. Through my comments I want to help their creativity and nudge them forward as poets. This is at least as important as having people read my poems and give me feedback. Language was given to human beings so they could make creative use of it; it must be respected and never used for debased or evil purposes. It is a sacred trust. Everywhere I witness language misused in advertising, politics, entertainment, daily usage, etc. It is my goal to create beautiful language in my poems so that people can appreciate the wonder of it. This is definitely a personal view; I am not here to impose my views on others, but to learn from their creativity how to increase mine. This is a two way exchange, and in the process of sharing poems we have a wonderful foundation for friendships.
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Sad poem Daniel, yes that feeling comes to us all at times, I often wondered if we could cross
those lines and then thought no no that is not Natures way, how could we come back the same.

Fabrizio Frosini

“Heaven and Earth” is a perfect poem: it’s Poetry at its highest point.

@dan_brick , Maybe you remember, Daniel, my comment to your “Four Taoist Poems” [: brilliant & funny… a native wit, quick and inventive, I would say! Sometimes, beautiful lines form themselves abruptly and fall from mind as precious drops of wisdom].

Well, in “Heaven and Earth” your poetry is not “quick” as in that one, but it is “deep”, very deep and intimate.. ‘Wisdom’, here, is a thoughtful process : both pensive and caring.. And surely, reading your beautiful poem, we can collect many drops (pearls) of wisdom…



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