<h2><SPAN name="page116"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>MY HEAVEN</h2>
<p class="poetry">Unhoused in deserts of accepted thought,<br/>
And lost in jungles of confusing creeds,<br/>
My soul strayed, homeless, finding its own needs<br/>
Unsatisfied with what tradition taught.</p>
<p class="poetry">The pros and cons, the little ifs and ands,<br/>
The but and maybe, and the this and that,<br/>
On which the churches thicken and grow fat,<br/>
I found but structures built on shifting sands.</p>
<p class="poetry">And all their heavens were strange and far
away,<br/>
And all their hells were made of human hate;<br/>
And since for death I did not care to wait,<br/>
A heaven I fashioned for myself one day.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page117"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
117</span>Of happy thoughts I built it stone by stone,<br/>
With joy of life I draped each spacious room,<br/>
With love’s great light I drove away all
gloom,<br/>
And in the centre I made God a throne.</p>
<p class="poetry">And this dear heaven I set within my heart,<br/>
And carried it about with me alway,<br/>
And then the changing dogmas of the day<br/>
Seemed alien to my thoughts and held no part.</p>
<p class="poetry">Now as I take my heaven from place to place<br/>
I find new rooms by love’s revealing light,<br/>
And death will give me but a larger sight<br/>
To see my palace spreading into space.</p>
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