Storming Heaven Poem

No longer off somewhere after death or behind some mystery, some veil,

Right here and now from where we lie, sit or stand we all rise up as one thing

We take what fight we can our water, our earth, our fire, our air and our love

Icons great and small, weak and strong, actual and conceptual fall under our onslaught

The Soldiers fight us but our strength is the strength of purpose and overcomes them

“Stop” demand The Gatekeepers, but our determination is absolute and they yield to us

“Only we know the mind of God” cry the priests but our laughter drowns out their lies

“This is not allowed” assert the Hierophants but we knock them over just as we would the sacred icons

God’s gate, soldiers, gatekeepers, priest and hierophants all yield to our unified intention

And now we are in no longer the wingless angels hems of our garments muddied by earth

Now we are in The Castle, in Heaven above, and we go as one to the very throne of God

God’s light is blinding neither male or female, positive or negative, singular or plural

In awe we are blinded by the light of God having stormed heaven by sheer force of (free)will

We begin to tremble and shake now before such power suddenly unsure of our impetuosity

“I only gave you free will,” God intones lovingly, “so that you would use it to return to me - so Yay! What I really want to know is what in the living hell took you so long!?"

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