The scene was one morning, about 10 AM, in a conference room somewhere in space
One by one all the celestials dropped in until all of the host was in place
Refreshments were offered, some white fluffy cake and a kettle of warm steamy milk
Everything served up on porcelain plates on a table of linen and silk
"May I bring this meeting to order" was heard and all turned to the head of the room
"I welcome you all to this high-level council, we've plenty of work to resume..."
A steno stood up with a pad in one hand and announced the agenda in rhyme
"There's the matter of buckling Orion's belt and of cleaning the Milky Way's grime
And someone's donated two huge pearly gates and they're stirring up quite the big fuss
For to make matters worse now, the Salvation Army has given the darn things to us
But firstly and foremost, this annual assembly has holy intention and worth
For we're gathered together to work out the plan for the placement of Heaven on Earth"
A poet took the podium and offered a prayer - "Where our vision falls short, may we see,
May we do all we can to insure that all beings will be the Blessed they can be"
Two nurses continued by pleading for peace "And for gentleness" Joan of Arc beamed
And the good Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said a prayer for all those who had dreamed
"The floor is now open, the research committee will render their statements and notes
And when we've heard all the proposals then everyone makes their decision and votes
So one by one cherubs were stating their cases saying Heaven should be here or there
Some lobbied for down in the deepest of oceans, some argued for up in the air
But when all was concluded it was quite apparent that this was a point on which few could agree
'Twas no simple matter deciding just where this Dominion of Heaven should be
At last in the silence a small voice was heard from a humble and timorous man
"My name's Murray Goldberg, I'm still on probation, but I think that I got a good plan."
It seems I've been spending my lifetime alone in my search for my soul and my source
And I've shunned the distraction of my fellow beings for the fear that they'd throw me off course
But when I get together with one or more others there's nothing that feels so divine
To be in communion with sisters and brothers must surely be Heaven's design
So how 'bout we scrap all the blueprints and plans and instead we install it by parts
And we put a large portion of Heaven deep down in the corner of everyone's heart
Again there was silence, and then an explosion, unanimous beating of wings and of legs
And the meeting had gone through the night to the dawn, so St. Benedict started some eggs
Harriet Tubman went off for her train, St. Bernard went off walking his dog
"I'm taking a couple of tablets," says Moses, while Murray was simply agog
But from that moment forward the issue was passed
With a permanent home by decree
Where two or more beings are gathered in love
Here the Realm of all Heaven shall be