04-21-2014, 11:35 PM
Does Heaven Have a Thermostat?
They must think that the signs
will now be hidden in some closet.
God’s hate is the blue of the ocean,
the cold of the sky.
It is the barricaded door
of one righteous man
praying for the fire.
God’s love is not found in the streets
of Sodom swirling in the angry crowd.
It is in this quiet room,
though the air is strangely hot.
They must think that the signs
will now be hidden in some closet.
God’s hate is the blue of the ocean,
the cold of the sky.
It is the barricaded door
of one righteous man
praying for the fire.
God’s love is not found in the streets
of Sodom swirling in the angry crowd.
It is in this quiet room,
though the air is strangely hot.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson