there is no politics in Heaven;
how could there be
where one is seen
as one sees
through pure crystal, the Mystery
forever on earth unresolved
and all is ordered
through Love only.
there we will walk on gold
among familiar trees transfigured
in the company of God
with no governments
no need to be enfranchised.
the documents dissolve
we will be ourselves
in the Soul's country
Freedom and the expanse
beyond Time
no polls.
no need to assume roles
the governed and the governing
to pose in electioneering
to depose kings.
and then to be, the one deposed.
and all is blooming, blooming
and all of this
is far away. and clouded now;
and where I want to be.
mary angela douglas 13 july 2019
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