Pause for poetry:
Michael Hawkes /3
A poem by Michael Hawkes
I don’t care about heaven
the world’s enough for me.
I don’t need all of it, but this northern bit
between the sea and shining sea.
Perhaps heaven’s not a fantasy,
not mere pie up in the sky,
but a here and present mystery
to be exalted by.
When we’ve learned to love the mountains
and to respect their wild domains,
when we’re unafraid of tundra
and in awe of sky filled plains;
when our hearts are full of wonder,
freed of greed for gains,
we will have earned this piece of heaven
and be rewarded for our pains.
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