From Balconies,

Slipping Heavenward.

 ©-2016 Matthew F.Blowers III 

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

  Abe Lincoln took his long sleep,

in a theatre he could ill afford.

From a balcony where he slipped

out of the darkness,into a light,

 that was ten trillion 

candelabras strong.


The Reverend Martin Luther King

was shot down and flung,

into his eternal rest,

also on a balcony, 

in Tennessee,

passing from the bright light

of a sultry Memphis morn

through death's darkness

and then instantly reborn

into a light that was most 

indescribably joy filled.

 These two men awoke

 from the dreams that

 they both had shared,

just over a mere century apart,

discovering Paradise

with its most perfect union.

Once there they found

that all men truly are equal.

made in the image of God.

where they were with 

great joy re-created.

in a land without war,

hunger, thirst, pain, 

slaves, or suffering.

A mountain top of 

the highest order

where all lions lie with lambs

and their naps go undisturbed

where only harmony flows

uninterrupted between all souls.

Here these two brave men walk 

and talk even today with those

who fought and died

for what they both 

lived and died to see unfold.

At heaven's gates

the world they long had sought

was laid out before them,

in an endless stretch

of glory forevermore.

Hate on Earth 

if you must

be led by total ignorance

rant, and rave insanely 

against your fellowmen

mock his skin, or her true worth

in petty, grumbling rages

but know that when you 

finally breathe your last

you will not take your hate with you.

It remains here

in your chidren 

and your children's children

a legacy of ugliness

for heaven's gates 

are tightly sealed

to those who die 

so maladjusted,

you will be turned to face

the blackness that you

for so long disdained.

The color of 

God's skin is  m u l t i-

you will fade beneath his wrath 

and be forever lost,

under the dust and flames,

of  all of the fools

who've gone before you!