The Heavenly City By Stevie Smith I sigh for the heavenly country, Where the heavenly people pass, And the sea is as quiet as a mirror Of beautiful beautiful glass. I walk in the heavenly field, With lilies and poppies bright, I am dressed in a heavenly coat Of polished white. When I walk in the heavenly parkland My feet on the pasture are bare, Tall waves the grass, but no harmful Creature is there. At night I fly over the housetops, And stand on the bright moony beams; Gold are all heaven’s rivers, And silver her streams. "Memories" Tattered 'round the edges, And faded now with time; Memories that linger still, Are what they left behind. Like a precious package, Kept in a secret room, Each memory a treasure, A family heirloom. On rare and quiet occasions The package opens wide; revealing then the memories, That nestle there inside. Faces etched in memories Like photos from the past; each snapshot printed in the heart, Are memories that last. Worn and ragged photographs, So faded now with time; Yet the lasting love deep in your heart, Is what they left behind. Author: Allison Chambers Coxsey UP IN HEAVEN The River of Heaven turns in the night and floats the stars around, A stream of cloud between silver shores mimics the sound of water. The cassia tree of the Jade Palace has never shed its flowers, A houri plucks their fragrance to hang at her jewelled sash. The Ch'in princess rolls back the blind, day breaks at the North window: Before the window the straight wu-t'ung dwarfs the blue phoenix. The prince blows the long goose-quills of the pan-pipes, Calling to the dragon to plough the mist and plant the jasper herb. With ribbons of pale dawn-cloud pink and lotus-root fibre skirts Fairies walk on Azure Isle gathering orchids in the spring. They point at Hsi-Ho in the Eastern sky, who deftly speeds his horses, While out of the sea the new land silts beneath the stony mountains. ~Li He (Li Ho)