Gentle breeze in quiet repose,
Carries whispers from the divine,
A serene symphony composed,
With notes that eternally align.
Wings of angels in flight serene,
Dancing above in silent grace,
Watchers of the celestial scene,
Guardians of the sacred space.
Gardens blooming with eternal spring,
Fragrance of goodness fills the air,
A timeless orchard where souls sing,
A boundless joy they gladly share.
Rivulets of harmony flow,
Through valleys lush and mountains high,
Reflecting light with a tender glow,
Where dreams are born and never die.
In every heart, the heaven found,
Is shaped by virtue's gentle hand,
For in love's depth it does abound,
A promise of the promised land.
Starry nights paint the canvas vast,
A masterpiece hung up so high,
Each twinkle captures ages past,
In heaven's endless, boundless sky.
The moon's a beacon for the lost,
A lantern in the cosmic sea,
On waves of dreams, no line is crossed,
The heavens craft eternity.
Comets streak with messages,
In fiery scripts that fate endows,
A heaven-sent kaleidoscope,
Of secrets wrapped in silent vows.
Black holes spin in mystery,
Where matter yields to unknown hands,
Heaven's heartbeats in history,
A narrative that time expands.
Our gaze upon the endless night,
Visioning worlds beyond our own,
Heaven wraps us in its light,
A majesty to us shown.
The stairway rises, step by step,
Twisting upwards to the skies,
Each riser holds a promise kept,
Heaven awaits with no goodbyes.
Pillars of cloud, gates of pearl,
Emanate a warm, welcoming light,
Through which the essence of joy swirl,
Erasing traces of terrestrial plight.
Harps sing with celestial chord,
Resonating through the sapphire air,
Angels harmonize in accord,
A music beyond all compare.
Souls entwined in love's embrace,
Drifting upon waves of peace,
Finding comfort in this place,
Where life's tribulations cease.
So may we all one day ascend,
To that realm so pure and bright,
Where beauty and tranquility blend,
In everlasting, celestial light.
High above the earthly tumult,
Rests a land untouched, unseen,
Silent skies without tumult,
In shades of tranquil blue and green.
Where rivers run without a race,
And gentle streams of clear resolve,
Reflecting heaven's open face,
In which our deepest hopes evolve.
The air perfumed with virtue's scent,
Breathed by saints and martyrs bold,
Each soul's sinewy discontent,
Healed and shaped in heaven's mold.
No shadow cast upon the ground,
For only light holds reign here,
No trace of darkness to be found,
In heaven's hemisphere so clear.
We venture forth in dreams to taste,
This realm of endless, restful mirth,
In the afterlife to be embraced,
Beyond the confines of our earth.
Softly cradled by the clouds,
A warm embrace from realms above,
Heaven's whispers, not too loud,
Speak of compassion, peace, and love.
The gates gleam with a sunlit kiss,
Opening wide for souls pure-hearted,
Angelic choirs in blissful bliss,
Welcome the dearly departed.
Fields of flowers forever bloom,
A palette of God’s own design,
Perfuming air, leaving no room,
For grief, for tears, or for time's decline.
Souls wander free and unencumbered,
Exploring depths of celestial seas,
Countless stars, unnumbered,
The tapestry of the eternal breeze.
In life's end, a new beginning,
A journey to the sacred space,
Heaven's grace, always winning,
In the divine and holy embrace.
In the realm where silence sings,
Harmony rules with gentle hand,
Plucking at the heart's own strings,
In heaven's vast and wondrous land.
The air vibrates with unspoken words,
A language only the soul comprehends,
It speaks in flights of untethered birds,
And in the love that never ends.
Souls in communion, no longer alone,
Find solace in shared reverie,
In the place where sunlight has shown,
The truth of what it means to be free.
Beneath the dome of sapphire skies,
A cosmic dance eternally played,
Heaven's tears dry from our eyes,
As mortal pains begin to fade.
Here in the arms of sacred space,
Amidst the choir of all creation,
Heaven crafts its loving grace,
A testament to divine elation.
Fields of gold and orchards wide,
Where trees of life, roots deep, reside,
Fruits of knowledge, of love, and light,
Heaven’s bounty, pure and bright.
Boughs heavy with immortal fare,
Apples, pears, and figs to share,
Plucked by those who’ve made the climb,
Savoring tastes beyond our time.
Leaves whisper with the wisdom old,
Tales of valor, kinship, bold,
A sacred grove where minds expand,
In the gentle grip of heaven’s hand.
Beneath the shade of supernal tree,
Unity's river flows vast, free,
Mirroring heavens above so grand,
In the likeness of a higher strand.
Spirits nourished by endless grace,
Contentment etched on every face,
Heaven’s orchard, where none go hungry,
Lies the heart of the divine country.
In the loom of heavens high and far,
Where threads of light spin tales of stars,
The fabric of existence weaves,
With the dreams that faith believes.
Every soul a shuttle's flight,
Through the warp and weft of night,
Crafting patterns, vast, profound,
In the tapestry where grace is found.
The artisan, unseen but there,
Guiding hands with tender care,
Divine the patterns, purls, and pleats,
A celestial gown with no deceits.
In heaven's weave, no stitch is dropped,
No frayed ends, no threads chopped,
Each life interlaced with another,
In the seamless cloth of the great mother.
Gaze upon the heavens, sheer,
Behold the artisanship so clear,
A heavenly work of purest loom,
Where every soul finds space to bloom.
In the halls of divine delight,
Wisdom shines an endless light,
Columns carved of truth and trust,
Stand unbowed by time or dust.
The well of insight, never dry,
Quenches thirst with the most high,
Souls sip from the sacred chalice,
Wandering through the hallowed palace.
Libraries expansive, scrolls unfurled,
The gathered knowledge of the world,
Heaven’s texts, both vast and wise,
A firmament below the skies.
Guardians of the eternal lore,
Stand watchful by the gilded door,
Wings spread in silent testament,
To heaven's mind omnipresent.
Seekers of the sacred way,
Find solace here, come night or day,
Within these walls of the divine,
Where wisdom's stars forever shine.
Architects of aether, spin,
Crafting realms where souls begin,
Foundation laid with faith and light,
In heaven's architecture, bright.
Towers rise with bricks of love,
Streets paved with stars from above,
Structures sound with mercy's mortar,
Built where divine waters quarter.
Spires pointing to what's unseen,
Bridges spanning life's ravine,
Rooftops touched by hallowed fire,
Stretching to the soul's desire.
Eddies of serenity swirl,
Between the gates with pearls unfurl,
Each space drawn with sacred line,
In God’s own image, pure, divine.
Witness the craft of heavens' dome,
In the grand design of the eternal home,
Every soul a stone in the art,
Of the heaven's ever-expanding heart.