What if in heaven
I find oneness so complete
I completely lose myself
only to know that
I have actually found myself?
What if in heaven
a lighthouse is no longer a beacon against danger–
instead its beam beckons us toward unknown delights?
What if in heaven
All the things I think most beautiful—rainbows, sunrises, moonsets—are just appetizers, and the flavor and vigor of life in the new world makes the old one seem dry and tasteless?
What if in heaven
there is no such thing as
dissatisfaction?
What if in heaven
raindrops only come when called for–
for the sheer pleasure of feeling them on our faces
and tasting them on our tongues–
and the rain is warm and sweet
and when it is over
we are not even wet?
What if in heaven
my artistic attempts that always ended up as stick figures
are now masterpieces of line and color?
What if in heaven
the rocks really do sing out
and the streams accompany them with eloquent melodies?
What if in heaven
grace is not just a word that rights our wrongs
but is the actual air we breathe, filling our lungs with purity?
What if in heaven
my eyes can see the pupil of an eagle 100 miles away
and then
just by a change of focus
view the individual atoms of my hand?
What if in heaven
all the should-have-beens
are reconciled to what
really is?
What if in heaven
Trust-worthiness
and
loving-kindness
are not just what I pursue
but who I am?
What if in heaven
at the first sight of
HEAVEN
all the questions die on my lips
but one
why did I ever need to ask why?
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