Thomas Moran, Forest Scene (1870)
Finding Heaven, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Standing among the subtly gold and green,
In a playground so wondrously serene.
Pausing, then vacuuming air so clean,
A trespasser in a place so pristine.
Harboring a weird sense that I’ve been seen.
Looked about everywhere with eyes so keen.
Showing my intention not to be mean,
Be transparent in this idyllic scene.
Kneeling at the water filled my canteen,
Calming, as if served a shot of morphine,
For my heart it provides such a cuisine.
With its Maker my meeting to convene
When asked to vacate, was not unforeseen,
As Heaven is for souls not to be wean.