I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN
I caught a glimpse of it, once
That shining “city on a hill”
Neither city nor hill
but neverending beauty the color of
champagne, equally intoxicating
but with neither hangover nor regret
I caught a glimpse of where we’re going
It shines, it glistens, it listens
Neither here nor there
but everywhere there is love
given freely and without precondition
and neither bought nor sold
I caught a glimpse when I needed faith
I cried out and was answered
Not with words nor with angels
but the feeling of arms about me
cherishing me for myself alone
and me with nothing to give but thanks
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
poetcolette
Longing for those arms that cherish just for you…and realizing you already have it, maybe not from where you wanted it, but it’s there, if only awaiting us in Heaven. Beautiful!
Sharp Little Pencil
Interesting take on this, Colette, thanks!
poetcolette
Yeah, I knew it was a “reach.” 🙂
Eagle
Cool! That’s a clever way of loniokg at it!