Heaven on earth . . .

“IF HEAVEN BE AS SOME HAVE PICTURED IT, PRECISE AND GEOMETRIC, HOW ATONE FOR ALL EARTH’S HEEDLESS BEAUTY, PASTURES GROWN TO BLACKBERRY BRIARS AND HORIZONS LIT UNTIDILY WITH STARS. HOW QUIT THE WILD ROSE BLOWING AND THE WILD OAK SOWN?

“AND, OH, THE CHARMING SINNERS I HAVE KNOWN. MUST THEY BE LOST, TOO, IN THE INFINITE?

“I WOULD BEG MICHAEL TO LET ME GO BACK WHERE EARTHLY GRASS COULD EASE MY PAGAN FEET. I WOULD SWEEP DISCORDS ON THE HARP AND CLACK CONTEMPTUOUS SANDALS ON THE GOLDEN STREET, BUT WOULD WALK HUMBLY AND CONTENTLY IF HEAVEN WERE ONLY WHAT THE WORLD MIGHT BE.

“WHAT CAN THESE DO WITH IMMORTALITY WHO SOUR THE SWEET OF LIFE WITH DOUR MINDS? WHO NEVER LEARN THAT LIVING BEAUTIFULLY IS MAN’S EXCUSE FOR BEING? THEY GNAW THE RINDS OF LIFE AND HOPE BY GOING LIKE A MOUSE IN FEAR AND TREMBLING WITH OFF-BENDED KNEES SOME DAY TO FIND WHERE GOD HIMSELF KEEPS HOUSE AND CREEP IN THERE AND NIBBLE THE HEAVENLY CHEESE.”

–Anonymous

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