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How I Walked Alone In The Jungles Of Heaven
(August 26,1974 / New York City, NY)

How I Walked Alone In The Jungles Of Heaven

Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone
Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky.
God and the angels, and the gleaming saints
Had journeyed out into the stars to die.

They had gone forth to win far citizens,
Bought at great price, bring happiness for all:
By such a harvest make a holier town
And put new life within old Zion's wall.

Each chose a far-off planet for his home,
Speaking of love and mercy, truth and right,
Envied and cursed, thorn-crowned and scourged in time,
Each tasted death on his appointed night.

Then resurrection day from sphere to sphere
Sped on, with all the POWERS arisen again,
While with them came in clouds recruited hosts
Of sun-born strangers and of earth-born men.

And on that day gray prophet saints went down
And poured atoning blood upon the deep,
Till every warrior of old Hell flew free
And all the torture fires were laid asleep.

And Hell's lost company I saw return
Clear-eyed, with plumes of white, the demons bold
Climbed with the angels now on Jacob's stair,
And built a better Zion than the old.

And yet I walked alone on azure cliffs
A lifetime long, and loved each untrimmed vine:
The rotted harps, the swords of rusted gold,
The jungles of all Heaven then were mine.

Oh mesas and throne-mountains that I found!
Oh strange and shaking thoughts that touched me there,
Ere I beheld the bright returning wings
That came to spoil my secret, silent lair!

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Comments (8)

Life does not end with a deception in love, a great thought nicely penned in a beautiful poem.
There is so much more in store I know that your boyfriend has did you wrong He has torn your poor heart in two Sometimes you feel so unsure of yourself And you just don't know what to do Just pick your heart up from off the floor And start again- - wonderful advise after a terrible experience. thank you for this advise. pick up and start again. thank you. tony
The struggle of standing in the midst of separation is here significantly spoken. Thanks for sharing my friend!
Girl, why don't you dry those tears You have so much to live for - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He has torn your poor heart into two - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just pick up your heart up from the floor And start again- - - - - - - - - Full of encouragement for the poor soul who has been betrayed.
girls cry at home boys cry at bar. We all cry!
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