Where is heaven?
Ask myself in the morn at ten,
It can be seen after Judgment Day,
This is what my same self has to say.
Yet I have a special definition
Of heaven that I mention,
As the very feeling of rapture
In the psyche’s internal sphere.
Good works, compassion, and love
Can flow the celestial zephyr from above
Since these are the facets requisite
That can let us meet.
Here and now if we taste heaven,
Half of the path has been covered then
Meaning that must we endeavour
To carry others’ burdens also like a porter.
The replica of hell and heaven is here,
It is individual choice which one to go after
And merely one chance is given in conclusion
To make that grave decision.