by David Roth
The scene was one morning, about 10 A. M.
In a conference room somewhere in space.
One by one all the celestials dropped in
Until all of the host was in place.
Refreshments were offered,
some white fluffy cake
And a kettle of warm steamy milk.
Everything served up on porcelain plates
On a table of linen and silk.
"May I bring this meeting to order" was heard
And all turned to the head of the room.
"I welcome you all to this high level council
We've plenty of work to resume."
A steno stood up with a pad in one hand
And announced the agenda in rhyme.
"There's the matter of buckling Orion's belt
And of cleaning the Milky Way's grime.
And someone's donated two huge pearly gates
And they're stirring up quite the big fuss,
For to make matters worse now,
the Salvation Army
Has given the darn things to us.
But firstly and foremost, this special assembly
Has holy intention and worth.
For we're gathered together to
work out the plan
For the placement of Heaven on Earth."
A poet took the podium and offered a prayer
"Where our vision falls short, may we see,
May we do all we can to insure that all beings
Will be the Blessed they can be."
Two nurses continued by pleading for peace
"And for gentleness" Joan of Arc beamed,
And the good Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Said a prayer for all those who had dreamed.
The floor is now open, the research committee
Will render their statements and notes,
And when we've heard all the proposals
Then everyone makes their decision and votes.
So one by one cherubs were stating their cases
Saying Heaven should be here or there.
Some lobbied for down
in the deepest of oceans,
Some argued for up in the air,
But when all was concluded
it was quite apparent
That this was a point on which few could agree.
‘Twas no simple matter deciding just where
This Dominion of Heaven should be.
At last in the silence a small voice was heard
From a humble and timorous man.
"My name is Murray Goldberg,
I'm still on probation
But I think that I’ve got a good plan.
It seems I've been spending my lifetimes alone
In my search for my soul and my source
And I've shunned the distraction
of my fellow beings
For the fear that they'd throw me off course.
Yet when I get together
with one or more others
There's nothing that feels so divine.
To be in communion with sisters and brothers
Must surely be Heaven's design.
So how'bout we scrap
all the blueprints and plans
And instead we install it by parts,
And we put a large, portion of Heaven
In the corner of everyone's heart.”
Again there was silence, and then an explosion,
Unanimous beating of wings and of legs.
And the meeting had gone
through the night to the dawn
So St. Benedict started some eggs.
Harriet Tubman went off for her train;
St. Bernard went off walking his dog;
"I'm takin' a couple of tablets" says Moses,
While Murray was simply agog.
But from that moment forward
the issue was passed
With a permanent home by decree:
“Where two or more beings are
gathered in love
Here the Realm of all Heaven shall be.”
@1990 David Roth