Poem November 8, 1958 Issue

SO HIGH MY HEAVEN

Nancy L. Holder

So high my heaven,
Soul's atmosphere,
That space
And outer space,
Measured in billions
Of light-years,
Peopled with planets
Circling in orbits,
Endlessly,
Monotonously,
Seem unimportant
And insignificant.

So immediate my heaven,
Soul's harmony,
That where
I am,
It is;
And intercontinental bombs
That are
From here,
To there,
With swift descent of sudden fear,
Seem late,
And out-of-date.

So vast my heaven,
The consciousness of Soul supreme,
It fills all space,
And outer space,
Measured in aeons of Soul-filled years;
Peopled by beings
Controlled by wisdom.
In God's orbits
Men move in safety,
Endlessly
And fearlessly
Fulfilling high destiny.

Nancy L. Holder

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