Heaven, Spiritual Realm
Our Father's kingdom,
it is a dream, and it is real;
but I'm not dreaming,
I just wanted to be near.
Some people are easy and simple,
they are not the kind who dream
there could be more.
Strange,
weird, and indifferent,
although they always pray,
although they always pray,
never had asked God
for any misery's cure.
for any misery's cure.
They were told
and it stayed in their heads
and it stayed in their heads
that as
God knows
the number of one’s hair,
the number of one’s hair,
He knows what truly last forever;
and
only fools would ask for
the
least and no value
even though the essential is set
ready
and winnable.
Dream
has no limit
so
I would rather be a dreamer,
who is detached
and uncontrolled;
a
vagabond or a wandering drifter,
who
is easy but clearly understood
that
the un-lucky is not simple,
if he knew that nothing
on
earth is without a limit
and
God’s Kingdom
is
not in this pool.
Heaven
is for everyone,
for
the poor and for the sinner,
for
the most fallen, for the hopeless,
for
those men among the least;
clearly,
for someone like me,
for
an indifferent nutshell,
who
is a believer of heaven,
but who doesn't believe
that
it’s for him to achieve.
O
Certainly,
God
is merciful,
His
reasons are unknown;
His
confidential friends,
His loving servants,
are
his heart and soul;
whom
I was allowed to labor
to
somehow be able to perceive,
to
feel the sweetness of their compassion,
and
to experience their simplicity;
and to believe that I can be like them,
that
even I can dream their dream,
that
their dreams are not unreachable;
that
they are beings like me,
and
I can be like them:
simple,
honest, loving,
truthful,
friendly, caring;
all
the sweet things
I’d hoped and dreamed
I
can be.
And when they left,
when
they went back
to that loving Kingdom,
they've left a glaring torch,
a
light that explains a way,
a path that leads to an open door,
that
waits for a voice to call,
open arms that longed for embrace;
O
long my heart craves for its caress,
but
long my desires deny,
for
the mind is restless,
weak,
and easily swayed by
the
allurement of whims,
by
my weakness,
by
the meanness
of
my own betrayal
of
myself.
And
where shall I find mercy,
when
all was asked of me
is a willing heart to follow;
but
I refuse to obey.
