the kingdom of heaven
is like an old dog
curled up in a
sunbeam
snoring his praise
in solitude;
the kingdom of heaven
is like a seashell
burrowed under the beach
which a little girl
found
and gave to her best
friend
in the bleak midwinter;
the kingdom of heaven
is like a
sprinkle of
fireflies
skimming across the
lawn, just
out of the
reach
of dancing
kittens;
the kingdom
is . . .
(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman
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