Heaven in Blue

Up close, all angels have little scars
His at his hip jailed in black and white stripes
From lifting my heaviness with one arm
So quickly that I lashed out in surprise.

Our heaven has shelves with brand new dishes
And shards of glass swept under the clouds
And forty love letters filled with wishing
For an end to the plagues our fathers passed down.

Upstairs a record plays "Hallelujah".
Leonard Cohen on vinyl skips and repeats.
On a blue shag rug we dance barefoot
To the sacred cadences of human need.

Like tandem angels we share this flight
Through a heaven so blue yet no less divine.