Yes, Heaven is real.
I've been there, through the lens of death become birth.
First some pictures, then the poem.
How can I relate to you
where I traveled on that night,
make it bold and bright and true
that as I passed into the light,
that when a final breath did pass
I heard a lovely joyous song,
and stepped out on the living grass
to join a happy dancing throng
beneath a vast and coloured sky,
so fresh and sparkling clean,
a breeze that was a holy sigh
of happiness upon that scene…
on Earth I now know Heaven’s lack,
but also know that I’ll be back.
It’s very hard to describe the essence of a near-death experience, and that loveliest of destinations, without sounding like a bit of a crank.
But I promised I would try.
One thing that I think validates the experience is that while I am not a People Person, I was immersed in a crowd. I don't think it bespeaks a wish to be social; it's just the reality of the place, and, perhaps, a gentle nudge from God that I need to change.
(This first appeared as a comment to Bob Hostetler's post 7 Favorite Writer Destinations on the Steve Laube Agency blog.)
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is WHILE.
Coincidentally, Barb picked up a movie from the library for me..."While You Were Sleeping."
I love romantic comedies.
While I walk upon this Earth
I know that not far up ahead
there lies the glorious rebirth
that gives lie to the phrase, "He's dead.",
for I have been there and have seen
promise made actuality,
more real than a waking dream,
a solid practicality
that turns this sad world upsidedown,
that makes of somberness a joke,
that makes a Pharisee a clown
who from his inner dark has woke
to find the journey that he's on
is lit by an eternal dawn.
Four minutes thirty-nine seconds.
Music from Montell Jordan and Beckah Shae, with Shake Heaven.
And in heaven there is ICE CREAM.