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Heaven Can't Wait
The porch was lit a fiery glaze,
the house on sat on the hill in a haze.
Euphoria ran throughout, spilling in my head
like an open spout.
The moon was so close at night,
touch it with my hand I thought I might.
I heard not a sound, but
the barking of a hound.
The window was open, a force lifted me
off the ground, the sky opened up
and earth was big and round.
A white light blinded me, I saw
angels come out in a pack of three.
Silence surrounded, and bound I was
in comfort.
