Heaven is miniature on earth
Except everything's reversed
Seraphic mountains holding it up
The dusty feet of angels
Filtering down and at their core
They burn and burn alike
And we are all led down
To the brink of that cauldron
To swim in the fires of love
Only increasing what it consumes
Heaven assumes a human scale
Vast continents and oceans take on
A habitable form where love
Is always losing until it wins