Wanting Sumptuous Heavens

We want comfortable earth and sumptuous heaven

Poet Robert Bly
Filmmaker Angella Kassube

Wanting Sumptuous Heavens

No one grumbles among the oyster clans, 
And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer. 
Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want 
Heaven to be, and God to come, again. 
There is no end to our grumbling; we want 
Comfortable earth and sumptuous Heaven. 
But the heron standing on one leg in the bog 
Drinks his dark rum all day, and is content.
Robert Bly

Poem ©2005 Robert Bly, all rights reserved. Used by permission of the author and publisher Midnight Paper Sales Books. Film ©2009 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.