Heaven I

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I went down to the edge of time today

I heard the sounds and saw the sights

of eternities dawn

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The cries of lostness and alone

the vision of creatures living

and clinging to the edge of our world

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Clinging with feet grasping tightly

crying with all of heart and voice

flying and shimmering on the edge

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I watched with awe and pain

my senses shocked, my emotions drawn

here on the edge they tremble

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Squabbling, retching, clutching the shortening days

on the edge of eternity

at the beginning of time

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I went down to the edge of experience

and there I felt the agony of creation

Outcasts, refugees, nomads, strangers

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These are the friends off my bitter moments

here they dwell for a season and thrive

for a time on the edge of hope and comfort

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Young life, they grasp and foster

new life they nurture and provide

on the edge, at the end of the world

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I went down to the sea’s border today

and dwelt with the strangeness of life

I caught the sprays fresh hope

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Here on the edge, I sensed the pain of beauty

I enjoyed the laughing of the day

the triumph amidst the greyness

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Yes, I went down to the cliffs today

and caught the air of eternity’s light

on the edge, on the edge

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edenbraytoday26.06.1990

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Author’s comment – I wrote this poem in 1990 – I was 39 years old – over 30 years ago!