The Moya View

Tag: heaven

  • American Sonnet for My Roomba Soul.

    American Sonnet for My Roomba Soul.

    I am old and have seen so many dawns that their beauty has no wonder.You see, my God doesn’t need to be perfect- just right more times than not, and not repeat his/hers/its creations so much, for me to be totally happy.The only thing that still amazes me is that I can navigate the dark…

  • Well of Souls

    Well of Souls

    (after William Erickson)The well sings of all the fallen children.The song is sad and long for there are many,but it’s also beautiful, for the children sing to the din of stars above.It’s the song of the echo of love, a song that grows, low and soft and secretbuilding a staircase to the heavensthat rises above…

  • Morning Routine

    Morning Routine

    The leaving night reveals the city’s imperfectionsin the reflecting crystal fires of the rising sun. Coffee brews in simultaneous percolations with the morning subway schedules.TVs switch on the 6am newscasters speaking the demon chants of the last day’s news. Knives descend on bread, sausage, eggsunaware of angel’s ascending in the new light.The last of glass…

  • Sheltered, I Am Now

    Sheltered, I Am Now

    No terror seedsin my soul. The gentledust of my mother remainsall around me. Her old comfortssnuggle away any regretsuntil our heavens meet. Not soon,but soon enough I will remain with you.Why will I decay in the crypt when only smoke can rise to joy?That cloudy mass that rises from burning,burns tears beyond the wear of…