No Heaven

If there is no heaven
There is no bread
And if there is only 
number seven
then we will go unsaid
Into the dread of just dead
And nothing would
be worse than a curse
Of oblivion! To be unknown
To a world going home without a house
To a place we erase in doubt
To an earth without mirth or a planet
we can plan it will never be the same
Without heaven to be named
But then again, what of the world
To doubt a secondary?
To shout and beckon everyone could 
succumb, be chosen not to sit, but run
Running for the sun and the stars
Become who we are
A planetary moment
To share with enjoyment
And not pretend in the end
But treasure a measure of presence
In a place of residence
In a home with a house not to roam
But allow us to be now and espouse