​Today's poem

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​Heaven Is Full

Nameless souls
 
empty streets
a black wet surface
a puddle of muted light that holds no light
a broken signal flashing red
only red, not green, not yellow.
 
Stop the sound of empty streets
the empty sound hurts my ears
somewhere there is the sound
 
of tears
of ventilators
of the whish of a solitary soul
 
of nameless, faceless people sleeping
eyes sealed shut, lips unmoving
some loved, some remembered, some unknown though God knows all.
 
Heaven is full
then they shall go to the overflow room
 
a palace like paradise.
 
 Kim E. Morgan
​April 17, 2020 at 6:59 p.m.