There’s a thin veil that separates heaven from earth
But we talk about ‘place’ as if it’s absolute.
The great world of the spirit is no place at all.
It would seem quite impossible for one to call
From one side to the other. That’s forbidden fruit.
One’s belief is the only connection of worth.
Just in case it’s the only connection one sees
It is all that one needs. Often faith it is called.
I can speak to aunt Martha who passed years ago
And who now offers fully what she’s come to know.
One good thing about faith is it keeps one enthralled
With sublime possibilities pondered to please.
One can build a contraption to link the two sides
In a manner consistent with physical law.
But our clever devices are left in the dust
By the spirits who made them. We’ll just have to trust
That our knowing what’s ‘over there’ could drop one’s jaw.
We contact them by default as they are our guides.