As a child, the better of two places
You might go when you die
A place with pearly gates
Where God and Jesus live
A place you imagined
When times were tough
A place giving you hope
For a better tomorrow
A place Grandma talked about often
Praying we may all go there someday
A rendezvous for family and friends
Like some magical tree house in the woods
And now, a frame of mind
Not a place anymore
But a way of being in any moment
Allowing life to pass through us
Nothing special
Or different than anything else
No need to be anything or anyone anymore
Just being for the sake of being
Like art, beauty for its own sake
Like beauty, in the eyes of the beholder
Like creation, unstoppable
Like now, Heaven
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com
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Poetic Alchemist 
Hey! A poem! A nice one, too.