There Must Be A God Somewhere

I heard Heaven stirring above my head
The angels singing jazzes
Trumpets sounded;
Reminiscent of Wynton or Dizzy or Miles
They danced smooth
Too cool to be watching like
Emerald-eyed monsters outside of perfect,
Golden or pearly gates
And I listened to Heaven in awe
Sounded like sin;
'Cause the righteous and holy
that I learned of, slumped down in the pews of
prophetic churches;
Was serious and threatening and-
Sometimes put me to sleep if my mother wasn't watching too closely
I listened.
And wished that I could die
If that's what it took to be able
To dance till the first blush of day
Of everyday without blisters or
Callus on my feet
Jesus,
Swing low on your saccharine chariot and carry
Me
Home

-Sade' Miller