The Other End Of Heaven

Poem By Mary Spain

How can true knowledge fade and disappear?
Where does it go? Only the other day
My fingers touched the stars; and yet today
Known formulations blur, to re-appear
As dusty platitudes at which I peer
Uncomprehendingly. It slipped away -
My recognition of the gods at play,
The shaft of light that showed me why I'm here.
But has it really gone, or does it lie
Below the surface of the clouded mind -
A reservoir of truth whose rich supply
Can never be depleted by mankind.
Light will not fail, but we who occupy
The other end of heaven can be blind.

Comments about The Other End Of Heaven

Thoughtful poem...really impressed..look forward to read your other poems...
Wonderful in the real sense..like a polished mirror..thank you...John
\mary I am a true fan. this is another gem, and I must retain it. In fact It is almost my favourite piece out of your sonnets. You are able to use the visionary muse and for that I send my sincere thanks. Keep writing even though I know you are busy with other things. fondly from Fay.
wow thats awesome very nice


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