What Comes Out Of Heaven

Hmmmm!
That place,
that village
of butterflies.
A painting so true?
Are the people so few?
I heard some fell from up there,
like apples with roots of guavas.
The sky does not sieve rain against cloud,
then how do they come about with no wings?
What comes out of Heaven, I do not know,
Is it pain, rain, hailstorm or angels?
The hospital held not his soul,
The bars never held Lions
Men are clay, and heaven?
Questions I can’t ask,
Answers missing
Where is God?
Answer
Me.

Ruddapoet Rudolph