~~~*Messengers of God!*~~~

Often I wondered
why all animals of this world
look up toward heaven
every day of their lives.

And the birds of our skies
look earthward
with a piercing cry
or a happy melody,
bursting from their chest
from the first light of dawn
till night comes.

It is as if the birds
are messengers of god,
only to be replaced by the stars...
in solitude and peace!

And who could ever say:
there is no heaven?

Written by Homeland and Firefighter- Poet
Hartmut Reinsch © August 7. 1992 / Toronto