Surely This is Heaven Too

If everything is out of time,

this hurt is nothing more

than one small blip

made one day,

outside of heaven,

Inside this hell.

But the moment

You had burst

Through the nebulous

Of ungrateful hearts

And desolate darkness,

You restructured

All we’ve grappled

To construct,

Renaming,

Reworking

The mess of all these

things,

Only to bring our hurt

forward,

bright-like and shining,

so the blessed

shall always say,

“Surely, this is heaven too.”