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The Heaven Scene, Angels in America; 2003

These are the bluest waters,
These are the softest sands,
In the eyes of Nature’s daughters,
These are the purest lands.

The steps of stone below us,
The rising arch above,
These are our encompassing traits;
Anger, power and love.

The inflamed Ladder Divine,
Leads to an Ancient scene,
The broken palaces of old,
The arcane landscape unseen.

Walking round the dried-out pit,
(No dirt left to wash away),
Laughing girls passing by,
Caught up in careless play.

The Golden Gates reign supreme,
A monument of loss.
Our Lord fled the perfect Heavens,
And the Gates are our new Cross.

Red robe around his shoulders,
The Prophet’s lesion true,
The white leaf of an angel’s wing,
Falls from the infinite blue.

His intent is to reject
The beauty of this place,
Return to the mundane folly,
Of the sickened human race.

How can he leave now he is
Here? The calm soothes his mind.
He could be free of his disease
And leave it all behind.

Blessings from the Arch Angels,
Will put him amongst men.
He would leave this bright Heaven,
And return to Hell again.
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On January 2nd, 2006 01:30 pm (UTC), chasingwords commented:
I'm not a religious person so the overtone didnt appeal to me personally but I could really appreciate the rich imagry in this
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On January 2nd, 2006 07:32 pm (UTC), redvelvetjacket replied:
Thank you very much. :)

I'm not religious either, this poem was inspired by Tony Kushner's AIDS play 'Angels in America', in which religion features very prominantly. The poem is about the protagonist's (Prior) arrival in Heaven. That's what my icon is of.

Thanks for reading. :)
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