Even if heaven is empty

PoetryEven if God and the angels are dead.
Even if heaven sits empty.
Even if hell is burnt black and hollow,
and all of our souls lack a compass,
a girl on a dock
draws a poem in ink
across the arch of her foot.
She knows holiness then,
a “glow” in the heart,
call it solace, or call it peace.
Not measured, not “real.”
Just a feeling
that
is
heaven, and angels,
and god.

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