Heaven
Every time I come here
I feel like I am passing
Right through Heaven’s Door
What grace has been given me
To feel you right by my side
I can still come back
Every time I feel like I am dying inside
Change is inevitable
But sometimes your soul needs
To be reminded of constancy
The rhythms of your heart
Beating with the memories of history
Open the door to Eden
Remember what gave you that feeling
Of walking the hills with the Angels
The grass soft beneath your feet
*****
I was so pleased to be back in my favourite churchyard again at Glynde in East Sussex, UK, when I visited with my camera on this warm October day. It was turning into a late Autumn, the leaves still clinging onto the trees. The soft light cast a gentle atmosphere over the churchyard, and I thought that a black and white shot would enhance the feeling of history standing still for a little while. Nothing seemed to have changed much here for many years, or for as long as I have known it, and I just wanted to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere for a while.
I have paired this image and poem with Bob Dylan’s original, haunting ‘Knocking On Heaven’s Door’, as it seemed a perfect match to me.
And if you would like to see more of my imagery and poetry, have a look at my website:
Heaven
Every time I come here
I feel like I am passing
Right through Heaven’s Door
What grace has been given me
To feel you right by my side
I can still come back
Every time I feel like I am dying inside
Change is inevitable
But sometimes your soul needs
To be reminded of constancy
The rhythms of your heart
Beating with the memories of history
Open the door to Eden
Remember what gave you that feeling
Of walking the hills with the Angels
The grass soft beneath your feet
*****
I was so pleased to be back in my favourite churchyard again at Glynde in East Sussex, UK, when I visited with my camera on this warm October day. It was turning into a late Autumn, the leaves still clinging onto the trees. The soft light cast a gentle atmosphere over the churchyard, and I thought that a black and white shot would enhance the feeling of history standing still for a little while. Nothing seemed to have changed much here for many years, or for as long as I have known it, and I just wanted to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere for a while.
I have paired this image and poem with Bob Dylan’s original, haunting ‘Knocking On Heaven’s Door’, as it seemed a perfect match to me.
And if you would like to see more of my imagery and poetry, have a look at my website: