Part 1: BAILEY'S BALLOON, A LETTER TO GOD ASKING, 'WHAT IS IT LIKE IN HEAVEN?"

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BAILEY’S BALLOON


However high it goes, it will come down --–
Wrinkled on a branch, its message undelivered.

Harsh spring winds will blow it out of town
Before its whimsy, nay, its prayer is discovered.

Why play crapshoot among the clouds, my boy?
Could God be there, or does he hide elsewhere
Among the stars, or in some bramble being coy
Lest he expose himself as burning bush in fanfare?

Let your balloon fly shorn of its couriered burden
Of finding him sheltered in some unlikely heaven
Where heaven is not — for he never left your side
As you let it go to look for where his miracles abide.

 

-- ALBERT B. CASUGA

Revised from a May 31, 2009 Poem published in this blog. Part 2 is next with my take of this beautiful gesture from a lad --- a beau geste.