White Stone Journal

I saw a vision of Heaven

but could not hold it

as my eyes became dry

and blinking

I lost it to darkness.

Weeping at the loss

the tears restored my eyes

and the vision

was clearer than before.

It was not to be for long

because an evil splinter

blinded my eye.

I wept at this greater loss

with more tears than before.

The splinter was washed away

and the vision returned

with such beauty

that I died

of love.

William E. Rushman, November 1997