The Old Road to Paradise/Fulfilment

by Margaret Widdemer

FULFILMENT

Crossing through Heaven's doors,  If Heaven may be for me, I shall not seek gold floors  Nor jasper wall nor sea;

Out from the streets of gold  Will branch a wooded way Like one I knew of old  When all the world was May:

There shall be dusk to fall  And winds expectant, sweet, And sleepy birds to call  And vines about my feet,

Stars in the night's soft black,  Leaves that swish soft like rain And one old hour come back And one choice given again.