So Where Is Heaven?

by Marc Shaw

Suspended by a string of faith,

The moon reclines lazily,

Sleepily guarding our world with one eye

And envying the stars with the other.

For there is nothing the stars cannot see:

They are holes in the universal blackness,

Punctured by One

Giving light to our side of the black, and

Giving a hint of His side,

Of what He is,

Of what we can become.