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.”

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Ericka Clay is a published novelist and poet. As a former atheist turned believer, she seeks to write raw, real, relatable literature with a heart for Jesus. She's been awarded several times by Writer's Digest for her short fiction pieces and released her latest novel, A Bird Alone, in January of 2024. She lives in Northwest Arkansas with her husband, daughter, two rats (yes, you read that correctly), and an insatiable need to push buttons, both figuratively and literally. You can learn more about Ericka and her books at erickaclay.com.