• A Conch Shell


    At a grade school
    I saw a lad
    Talking about
    A conch shell

    Clutching it
    In his shaky hands
    His stiff arms
    Refusing to rise.

    I don’t need
    A conch shell
    To show me
    The sea.

    All I need
    Is to cup
    My palm
    Over my ear.

    I don’t need
    The mountains
    To hear
    Bamboos rustling.

    All I need
    Is to listen
    To the silence
    Of my lawn.

    But heaven
    Is something else.
    How long
    Will it take

    For Him
    To come?
    Some years yet.
    How long

    Will it take
    For man
    To build
    A viable earth

    With Him?
    A millennium.
    And a few

    Centuries more
    Of deception
    Before the Father
    Puts His foot down

    To bring it
    To earth,
    The New Jerusalem.
    But I need

    Heaven. Now.
    Yet it is
    In my palm.

    It is
    In His.


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