
In the words of that man-lit classic FIELD OF DREAMS,
John Kinsella:
Is this heaven?
Ray Kinsella:
It's Iowa.
John Kinsella:
Iowa? I could have sworn this was heaven.
[John starts to walk away]
Ray Kinsella:
Is there a heaven?
John Kinsella:
Oh yeah. It's the place where dreams come true.
[Ray looks around, seeing his wife playing with their daughter on the porch]
Ray Kinsella:
Maybe this is heaven.
Prayer, the Church's banquet, Angels' age,
God's breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth;
Engine against th' Almighty, sinner's tower,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days'-world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well dressed,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood,
The land of spices, something understood.~George Herbert, Prayer
what a gorgeous poem. i've never heard of George Herbert but i just went and looked him up on wikipedia.
Posted by: brenda | Sunday, October 08, 2006 at 11:14 PM