Bus in Heaven

If you spot the sun from the bus window,

that large sphere is resolutely yellow.

Repentance and forgiveness now aligned.

The blessed dream here,

while the damned languish elsewhere.

There is no end to the soul.

Eden was once within our grasp,

now paradise comes full circle-

The perfect turn.

The elegance of cold skin

and the scent of myrrh

ripe among us.

We may recover that great garden,

yet again.

Linda Imbler