Anywhere

In the end, the only theology that matters is the personal one. Heaven is not merely a vision or an aspiration, neither is it just an incomplete metaphor. Heaven is the highest form of irony; what goes unsaid in everything that is loved. Whether it is a beach from a long-lost summer, a snowy field on a winter morning, a child’s blue eyes or the love between two people, one thing is certain: heaven is whatever one makes of it, and it can be anywhere.

“Poems where the technical mastery never belies the sure, searching nature; the poetry of Bruce Meyer reminds us again and again what it means to be alive.” –Ray Robertson

Poetry • 5.5 x 8.5 inches • PB 88 pages • 9781550965360