THE DAYS OF HEAVEN

I am not neglecting you

Not at all

My mind happens to contain features,

Features of those days.

Yes, my body happens to be a feature among the many in days long gone,

Days before my habitation.

In my mind’s eye

I see those days

When minds were very pure

As to allow the female body to receive the cool breeze by covering only the chest and the waist, and no eyes lure

And minds were in check to all fleeting pleasures endure.

I see those those days

When nature fed us with the purest of her undiluted best

Water, fruits and foods which helped us rest

And happiness sat untouched without being a quest.

I see those days,

When there was equality in Zion

Even among humans and animals like lions,

When lions feared humans and humans feared lions.

I see those days,

when the gods were revered

And criminal heads were severed

To ward potential barbaric minds off the unheard.

I see those days,

When each looked out for the other without a motive

And our legs served as the engine for locomotive

Movement, while words pleased the ears without bringing out horrific emotives.

I see those days,

When the world was big enough to live par

With those whose stance threaten to our minds mar

Without our imaginations streaming far.

Reminiscing those days,

Those days which never passed my way,

Those days I lived through my grandmother’s mind,

Those days I long to have lived,

And I think to myself,

Those humans must have lived in heaven

Heaven that may have turned into its opposite in my time.

Picture taken from the Billy Graham centre Archives.

By amoafowaa