Where is Heaven?

 Where is heaven?

Ask myself in the morn at ten,

It can be seen after Judgment Day,

This is what my same self has to say.

 

Yet I have a special definition

Of heaven that I mention,

As the very feeling of rapture

In the psyche’s internal sphere.

 

Good works, compassion, and love

Can flow the celestial zephyr from above

Since these are the facets requisite

That can let us meet.

 

Here and now if we taste heaven,

Half of the path has been covered then

Meaning that must we endeavour

 To carry others’ burdens also like a porter.    

 

The replica of hell and heaven is here,

It is individual choice which one to go after

And merely one chance is given in conclusion

To make that grave decision.

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