You’re Heaven, Not Its Gold
by Andrew Calis
July 23, 2008 — Published in Verse
You are above all earthly thing,
Above this lowly place;
Above the crowns above the kings,
Above that which is space.
You feel this, but you know it not,
Since here your mind was made.
Yet still this thing of earth will rot
In places it has played.
Then only will your soul survive,
And shine its proper light;
And only then, you’ll be alive:
Toward heaven, take your flight.
For Beauty ought with beauty live,
And Beauty is God’s home.
And to the pure the purest give
The purest place to roam.
And Heaven’s Gate is pure gold’s best:
Sight glowing to behold,
But gates of gold are over-dressed,
You’re Heaven, not its gold.
Andrew Calis
Andrew Calis is an aspiring poet who is attending Mount Saint Mary's University in pursuit of a degree in English. He is fascinated by love, beauty, and sorrow, but spends the majority of his time in search of big, impressive words and intelligent company.
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