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I believe this is Heaven to no one else but me ...
You can't take the sky from me.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
Lord of the far horizons, Give us the eyes to see Over the verge of the sundown The beauty that is to be.
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.
Revelations are found in clouds.
Now hell and heaven grapple on our backs and all our old pretense is ripped away. Aye, and God's icy wind will blow.
The heavens are too immense, too beautiful and varied, to fit into the mind of any one deity; the murmured creeds of fathers and sons are no match for the astronomer's gasp.
Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.
The stars have bewitched the sky of darkness
From the stars, to the stars.
So truly perfectly the skies
by merciful love whispered were,
completes its brightness with your eyes
any illimitable star.
Heaven? That has no hold over me.
Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, ...
Let this hell be our heaven.
God, you are my refuge into eternity
How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.
Beneath the great sisterhood of stars unfurling in the night sky ...
Your steadfast love, O LORD, extends to the heavens, your faithfulness to the clouds.
The sky should be the limit for
you right now, angel.
Death in the Clouds The
Beyond this Door, Heaven waits.
Heaven always shower His mercy on us and we return it with our cruelty
Death in the Clouds
My soul is in the sky.
You're floating on a cloud, about to explode like a star, scattering your light over the universe. I'll feel the beauty of it, but you are far above and beyond me. You're what I worship.
After the moon went down, the heaven was a thing to wonder at for stars.
Don't look up to heaven, for what will you see in the sky, except stars, luminous but cold, wholly insensitive to pity?
Oh God, make me good, but not yet.
O Lord save as all!
Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can't I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening - where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I'd like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.
The heaven of stars bends over me in silence, a harp through which the wind of time still whispers music some hand has hushed but left there trembling-- where time has made such music!
Oh God, Master of the Universe, in your infinite compassion, have mercy on us ...
In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life, there is a deafening alleluia rising from the souls of those who weep, and of those who weep with those who weep. If you watch, you will see The hand of God putting the stars back in their skies one by one.
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the sky with silver glitterings!
For, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
Goodness is grace.
O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.
Oh, save me God, but not quite yet.
The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.
The starry cope Of heaven.
Now I know just what heaven feels like...
I am in an altogether new world now. I can think of nothing more wonderful. It is a real touch of all that heaven means.
Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale;
And when we whisper, then the stars fall down
To be partakers of our honey talk.
(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)
If this is what heaven feels like, then I've been damned to hell.
Spare me through your mercy, do not punish me through your justice.
The heavens are not humane, nor is any man with a head on his shoulders. Here
Hell and heaven are within us
How sweet the remembrance that inexhaustible mercy is waiting to be gracious to us, to restore our backslidings, and make our broken bones rejoice!
Lift up your eyes unto mine air and see the love floating there for I am Paradise and I am everywhere.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.
Those Lost Of Eden, the Heavens await your arrival.
The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.
Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts,
How sang the angelic choir that day,
When from his tomb the imprisoned God,
Like the strong sunrise, broke away?
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to it for help
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
Heaven which by it is bright and pure;
Stars, I can see the stars again, my lady.
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
What's the name for the space between stars?"
"No such name."
"Make one up."
I thought about it. "The soul asylum."
"That's another way of saying heaven, Agnes.
This is heaven. You can stop praying now.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
Such is hope, Heaven's own gift to struggling mortals; pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things, both good and bad; as universal as death, and more infectious than disease!
In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
heaven is high and deep, and its lower air is music; in the upper regions the music may pass, who knows, merging unlost, into something endlessly better!
Oh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.
It is high time to make known the glad tidings in these dark regions of sin and spiritual bondage.
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.
Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
Both of God's eyes are shining tonight
This is Heaven, when pain and evil cease, and when the Benignant Principle, untrammelled and uncontrolled, visits in the fulness of its power the universal frame of things.
In a beautiful night, under the stars, man always feels himself above the sky, beside the God!
There are three heavens. The first heaven is the earth and the world of mankind, and the third heaven is where God dwells. However, the second heaven is a place of time and space, where both demons and angels tread, plot, and fight against each other.
Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.
Ye immortal gods! where in the world are we?
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!
When in the skies there are no limits
only the forceful perseverance of the mind stripping through clouds
and creating the ever so beautiful shades of abundant success.
I am overwhelmed by the goodness of God.
When we look from the bottom of a well, sky shines more beautifully than from the surface! Heaven is a Double-Heaven in the Hell!
has borne him to the seventh crystal heaven
Eternity begins now.
The Heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high.
Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!
Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
Ah, Lord God be merciful to us all!
To the mallet of the Highest Mind
The heavens are the smallest possible ball.
Earth's crammed with Heaven.
Heaven? I don't have an affinity with that place.
The sky is weeping for us.
Mistrusts sometimes come over one's mind of the justice of God. But let a real misery come again, and to whom do we fly? To whom do we instinctively and immediately look up?
A view of heaven from a seat in hell.
Look up on a starry night, and you will see the majesty and power of an infinite Creator.
I'm so close to Heaven, this Hell cannot be mine.
My Lord, my God here are my words
Visions are for the Heavens to see.
Heaven's full of astronauts and the Lord's on death row.