The Color of Heaven

What secrets lie behind this wall?
Blissful things most unfathomable,
Sweet melodies dripping with the morning dew,
Blades of grass licking the sky, blown in breezes,
And gentle rains rolling down
Window panes like so many silent beads.

What color are angels’ wings?
Gleaming silver, pure and sweet,
or the color of a choir, painting chordal illustrations.
Capped with the ringing of chimes,
Shoed with the deep beat of a timpani,
Glinting in the sun with soft trills of elation.

This world has crawled too near
To simple, fading, things.
When beyond wallets and tears
There lies a glowing revelation
The key to relief and redemption,
Love.