The glory of Heaven lies,
behind her venerated Son.
All live in a shangri-la of peace;
but getting in, the price is steep.
Back on Earth, some are angelic,
though they possess no wings.
They keep to the straight path,
on Life's meandering road.
Bliss is but an elusive dream,
that eludes the consciousness.
One actually is filled or more,
only after the mind is drained.
Emptying all temporal desire,
Quenches any addictive thirst.
When things are no longer cherished,
fortuitously granted wishes pour in.