In each Beast of the Earth,
A sky Angel...
Loving the Beast, renting
Heaven.
Renting...to move on,
Eventually...
Higher than Heaven.
Can you tell me, Moses,
What plane higher than
Your cloud-top mountain
Of Heaven?
You saw it...could not
Ascend from the mountain...
Shackled as Human
To the Tribe...the Beast.
As Beast, you clutched Tablets
In talons...
As Angel, you sprinkled Tablets
On Hell's soil...
The Roses of Heaven...seeded.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-of-heaven/
