3312. HEAVEN AND HELL, JUMBLED

HEAVEN AND 

HELL, JUMBLED

I read the light coming through buildings and

doorways, coating streets and people. All the

light told me was gracious and gold. In each

entry, something huddled : once, a dun-gray

man, shivered from cold, and - in another -

a tired woman holding a cat in her arms.

Farther off, three fellows, close together,

seemed never to stop talking, in a near-rout,

jostling as they went. This was the open book,

 the street, the light-van, pooling and vibrant.

Twenty years ago, I'd never have looked

and never understood. Now, I knew the

reach of Heaven's presence, here, where

I stood. There is no greater place than

all this is; this Heaven and Hell jumbled.