And all the time
there was sky above you,
there was birdsong and laughter,
rain and healing sun;
there was warm, abiding comfort
for your sorrow,
there were friends, color,
work to do, home.
It was a world in which
each new tomorrow held surprise.
It was the heaven
that you would not see;
it was Heaven
and you would not lift your eyes.
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