Sometimes, Heaven

Sometimes, Heaven is right under your feet -shoes off, velveteen bladescaressing your sole - soul.Sometimes, Heaven hides behind your furrowed brow -waiting -for the right momentto crawl down your cheekin a single tearinto the light of day.Sometimes, Heaven floats on the gentle currents above -that shelter youfrom the treacheryof the undertow below.Sometimes, Heaven hammers at the door of miscommunication -clambering forand scrapping with the truth. Sometimes, Heaven soars.Sometimes, Heaven screeches.Sometimes, Heaven caresses your cheek.Sometimes, Heaven slams you against the wall. But, sometimes - sometimes -Heaven is just that.Susan Ceely Phillips