Poem: Heaven-bound

Where are the limits?

Who draws the bounds?

Are they written inside me or elsewhere to be found?

How are they marked?
Shall I know the way?
Written in sand, chalk or spirit?
...I cannot say.

I cannot. Do I know not?
Or do I know deep down inside?
Do the bounds keep me out, or keep me in to hide?

Are they self imposed or heaven sent?
So many questions I feel...

Who draws the lines?
Are they even real?

....

"With love come those lines."
An answer is heard.

For what purpose...?

"Know Ye not?
Listen. And feel."

"I draw some lines, but see them you can't.
Feel them you must, through your heart, not your mind.
Attention, do give them. Trust and obey,
Give me your all and the bounds go away.

"Some may still see lines. But lines make you free.
Trust. Don't ask questions that you feel need to be.
Just keep moving forward.
Let faith guide your path.
Listen. Learn.
And do what you can.
The journey isn't doing. It's feeling with love.
It's giving of self and looking above.

"Keep looking toward heaven.
Heaven-bound is the way."

So, Who draws the bounds?
....???

...from "heaven-bound," Let me not stray.

by Shelley Schneider