My son asked me what heaven was like.
For his sake I hope there is one.
Not that I’m expecting to spend much time there
Nor do I think I would even want to.
I just need to know it exists
Somewhere up there beyond all this.
I’d be content to lie on my back
On uncut grass on a warm June day
Bees buzzing in and out of the milkweed
Leaves politely applauding in the light breeze
Just gazing upon the blue expanse
Slashed with wisps of white clouds like terrible mustaches
Until I was able to suddenly see through
The best that reality has to offer
And recognize there’s something even better—
A sanctuary for all I’ve loved and lost
With room for all the good and kind and soft
Hearted people of now, the past and all to come
Doing whatever it is one does in heaven.
I don't think I belong there,
Not that a hell would have legitimate claim
Either, but give me an afternoon like this
That’s all I would ask
A few hours spying on Paradise
Just to know it was there
So I could tell my boy.
That’d be enough, that would suffice
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