Road To Glory by Maryann Hazen
The nearby temple rose upward, centerpiece among
barren burial mounds. Easy access to the Pearly Gates.
Enclosed in scrolling iron-leafed fence-work,
to either keep the spirit in
or out. Independent plots of inactivity
unearthing the power of prayers unanswered.
Dilly-dallying in its precise prowling
for good or evil, the short or long of it,
right or wrong of it, Psalming song of it.
A miniature version of heaven I suppose.

A man of the cloth has conferred with
The Almighty in his dreams it seems.
A derivative from another dimension implicating
this sanctuary of culture and elegance.
Strict and spectacular observations
of customary ceremony;
colorful and moving rituals to assist us in
cleaving our road to glory. Amen.

Such precision remains a mystery,
miles high and so long spanning, maybe
twelve billion light years away or tomorrow
as is His choosing I guess.
That’s what I’ve been told anyway.

Also published in:
*Niederngasse, The Journal Of Winning Poetry; September 1998
*SalonDArte; October 1998
*Little Read Writer’s Hood; December 1998-POEM OF THE MONTH
*Preditors and Editors 1998 Readers Poll Contest; Placed #8 (tied); January 1999

Maryann Hazen She is a mom and wife living in NYS. Writing poetry has been, (and will continue to be) a life-long passion of mine. She has enjoyed the good fortune to see hundreds of poems published internationally, both in electronic and hard copy format and have won several awards and contests.

She loves Renaissance Faires, birdhouses, her pet hamster and reading fantasy novels. Other hobbies include needlepoint and flower gardening. She has an awesome tin colletion and avoid the kitchen as much as humanly possible without starving.

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