Thinking Of Heaven

This week has been so hard. I try not to think about Heaven...my heart and duty are here... but sometimes I do.

It feels wrong, feels like I am trying to distract myself from the cancer fight.

I don't want to go, but it's getting really hard to stay.

This life's a hopeful journey

(should be, at any rate),

and when we reach Eternity

and pass through Heaven's gate

we'll see our friends' real faces,

and they'll see ours as well.

We'll speak of far wild places;

the stories that we'll tell!

The writers' paper children

play with welders' kids of steel,

and come, when they are bidden

to the table-bending meal,

raise beery mugs in noisy toasts

to the gracious Lord of Hosts.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is COMMIT. I'll try.

I'm committed to this road

that wanders through the dark wild wood,

and though now my back is bowed,

and I ain't feelin' good,

I will push on with strength that's left,

although I'm fading fast.

The painful warp and bleeding weft

of life belie my past

of health and joyous bonhomie,

where laughter never lacked;

was this a true part of me

or just an artifact

of easy days and sunny skies

that now, in this trial, quails and flies?

I'd like to think that the question in mirror of this sonnet doesn't reflect me, that even at the worst moments (of which this, as I write, is one), but as some Dead Greek Dude once said, the unexamined life is not worth living.

OK, I've examined it. Can I please go play now?

Five minutes and a few seconds. I'll take it.

Music from The Alan Parsons Project, with the hauntingly lovely Closer To Heaven.

Sylvia asks what the problem is... there's ICE CREAM in Heaven!