Encounters of this kind
seem to arise
when our eyes
understand
a hearts plan,
what it demands.
When it tries to find
the illustrious light,
warm as is bright,
not yet experienced first hand.
So until then
my time is spent
rooted against the tide,
Trying to grab the line,

Heaven sent;

Are all these things,
so don't get bent
out of shape
when your baggage's declared
Overweight.
These holes can be filled
With God, violence, or magic pills.
Heaven sent,
Till the fateful day when we
Ascend.