Since the last post on this blog, I've been researching the history of some of the indigenous peoples of the part of the United States where I live. I've found multiple passages similar to this one, written by Ernest Wallace and E. Adamson Hoebel in their book, The Comanches, Lords of the South Plains:
"...the Comanches had an unwavering faith in a future existence. Their after world...was modeled after the imperfect reality of their everyday existence with all the disagreeable features absent, for all things were perfect." Another tribe held the belief that when fellow band members died, they would go to a heaven, where the deceased from earth would wait for those they left behind, and there would be a time when all would be reunited. These, among many other beliefs held by people in both pre-historic and historic times do indeed attest to a "logic of heaven," as J.D. DeHart refers to in this poem. Perhaps that is why belief in heaven--however you describe that state or place--has survived for thousands upon thousands of years: because it is so deeply, utterly logical.
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| Ysabel de la Rosa |
There
Must be Heaven
by J.D. DeHart
Sometimes, the weight of
days
Guilts and delays
Cause me a flash of doubt,
But when I consider your
delicate
Ways, a dragonfly bouncing
On the surface of a lake,
Or the beauty of your
ancestor
Gazing from the portrait on
our wall,
I know that my faith must
remain
And I know that there must
be a heaven.
There must be a logic in the
universe
And we must all be part of
it.
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| Ysabel de la Rosa |
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Copyright J.D. DeHart, all rights reserved.
J.D. DeHart's work has recently appeared in Eye on Life and Ancient Heart.
