My hell was never born up in God's highest Heaven.
God's unleavened bread in me was not yet applied.

Arising up from hell, I tried harder to hear God's bell.
Impelling & reminding me. I am in me to be only me.

I bore my hell, untold. Remaining as old, yet to unfold.
Boldly rebelling. I was lost in my unsustaining World.

To love in hell is still to be in Heaven, if even in hell.

To hate in Heaven is creating hell in Heaven in you.

Compelling hell to be newly reborn now alive in part.
Contrivingly scorning Heaven, lost from my loving heart.

Love lives in my lonely old departed un-faced places.
Embracing me, trying to get its replacement to depart.

Going through hell, reaching too hard to not yet unwind.
Finding Heaven is in love's journeys starting within me.

Reaching higher to Heaven from deeper in my heart.
I am lifted above all hell, down behind, left in my mind.

To hate is to live unloving sadly & badly, fasting in hell.
Love lives happily. Gladly in heaven's love, if steadfast.

See God's love in all the things that you see & you do.
Be in Heaven through who you are now as you in you.

Isolation from God is the only living lasting hell not true.
Rejoin life giving love. Be in Heaven, first class as you.

Hell becomes heaven, when Heaven lives now in hell.
Heaven enters hell, when hell reopens its door to love.

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