“Heaven’s Blue Door” by Justin Francis
(with apology to Milton)
lost
whereto paradise
after the fall
after abel and cain
after sin
found
wherefore paradise
lies within reach
of a faith
in salvation
regained
thereto paradise
ever belongs
in reward of
a virtuous life
Writer & Poet Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
I don’t think an apology is warranted.
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kind of you to say
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I love this! Just wonderful.
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thank you so very much
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Ah, but who among us can call himself virtuous?
Paradise is the gift offered to an unvirtuous thief!
“I say, today you will be with me in Paradise!”
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oh, great – just when I thought I had it figured out – excuse me, but I have to be off – got some thieving’ to do before it’s too late
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