Do I Think of Heaven?
About 30,000 feet above the earth
And closer to Heaven than ever before
... or maybe not.
I think of Heaven often.
Loved ones are there
praying,
waiting,
worshipping.
Brian, my Father,
Ken, Geraldine,
Four grandchildren I have yet to meet
that went home before knowing me ...
....and many others are there, also.
They are home.
I have never been closer to Heaven
than when we laid them to rest.
There's something about
a freshly dug grave
where time and eternity seem to meet
that reminds me of another
grave opened early!
Emptied,
vacated,
eternally opened
for all who believe
to see
to cling to
to embrace
...yes, embrace
the dank
the damp
the dark
... As He did.
Be sure, death can surely wait...
I'll cheat the cheater as long as I can.
Yet for Jesus the grave became
an opened door...
As it will be for me.
As it could be for anyone.
That adventure,
that trip
that surprise
will fly me higher than
any other journey...
straight to the Heaven,
to those that are home,
to the "One and Only"
that I can only dream of seeing now.
Oh yes, I think of Heaven.
