I wanted to build a stairway to heaven -
a reverent rising to make life complete -
but discovered the stairway was in my head;
and I needed to bring it beneath my feet.
For if mind and matter were set beneath me,
if pomp and pageantry were silent and still,
I could climb the steps that would lead to freedom
if only the heart would envelop the will.
There are nebulous stars and constellations
and hidden galaxies suspended in space;
and I must use them to construct that stairway,
the steps within the eyes of a wizened face.
For God's breath is blowing between the waters.
His lips are playing the woodwind of my soul;
and when no breath is to be left within me,
it is His breath of Life that blows through the hole.
The wings of love have been hidden within me.
I may fly to heaven if I so desire;
and my heart is the roof from which I must jump
to land in the hands that will lift me higher.
So I walk across stars to meet my maker -
the reflection of truth appears in the sky;
and the spirit of joy is flapping its wings
in the circle of life that will never die.
Linda Marie Van Tassell
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