if Earth's crammed with heaven,
my public library may be a beatific vision
     an everlasting pillar of social good
     which transcends capital greed
     loving my neighbor
     and the neighbor I'll never know
     and the neighbors gone before me
the gay bar downtown might too be a slice of something holy
     a place of Midwestern repose
     filled with a spirit of revolutionary, radical love
     What would Jesus do?
     don't forget to tip your queens
     and don't forget to break bread with the other
my university's English department certainly seems divine
     with liberal arts professors like saints
     the academia militant
     a clear path towards edification
     maybe even a touch of proselytizing
     all in the name of something undeniably sacred
gardens, enchanted woods, and unfettered wilderness
     all God-filled in their own right,
but too the fettered, man-made spaces
     the decidedly human: empyrean