Arms of Heaven

What more could I want than
the truest of perfect love
born of that which is
beyond the curse of dust?
Could it be, as I’ve dreamed
the adorn of earth and heaven
reunited . . . joined into one.
Alpha and omega forever
arising to ecstasy forever in the now?
You and I merely being free
at long last to be all we’ve dreamed.
For within the arms of heaven
there is no fear and no need
to don the ego mask to hide
a shame now burnt away
by the brilliant radiance
the awesome beauty of an
unencumbered soul revealed
For in the arms of heaven
truth is absolute and love
the essence of sheer being.
And those like us be on
the high wind as wisp o’ wills
seeding a sleeping world
not quite ready to arise
to the gifts awaiting
those who don’t know yet
there are no limits to how high
one can fly in arms of heaven.
– By Shirl A. Steward