Poem November 22, 1913 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Heaven

LAURA GERAHTY

Are there no flowers in heaven, she cried,
No streets of shining gold,
No angel-songs that rise and fall
As the gates of pearl unfold?
No rapturous meeting of those that loved,
Canceling of sins forgiven?
What then beyond this vale of tears?
How can we enter heaven?

Nay, heaven is here, where the flowers grow
Above earth's dreary sod,
And the perfumed breeze is Love's own breath,
Their beauty the smile of God.
And the gates of pearl and streets of gold
Are the paths of the just and true;
And an angel's song each loving thought
Which comes to me or you.
No need to suffer, no need to die,
Love craves not a single tear;
Life, Truth, and Love, the triune God,—
With them, why, heaven is here!

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