Heavenly Spheres of Orange Groves

Heavenly Spheres of Orange Groves

In my father’s house are many mansions

If I could hold your hot heart in my heart,

Then heaven would heal.  That paradise would be

A paradise that God alone might chart

If he were everywhere.  That God could be

Surveyor of the citrus groves of fruit and blooms

And dark green leaves unending, fragrant, staunch

In their ideals.  Their rows would be the rooms

That Jesus spoke of.  Then my love might launch

Its interplanetary hopes.  Each kiss

Would be an ever-widening ring of opera hope.

Each kiss would be the ever-widening hiss

Of lust that Adam suffered, ever-widening scope.

  The orange and white and green of groves would scold

    Us both in passion’s essence stranglehold.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | Uncategorized | 0 comments