If heaven is as good as it sounds
then take me there
to a place that is forever
white and green with eternal springtime
like in stories where bread fall from the sky
like ash flakes after a campfire in the morning
like hope descending and unbecoming
where there is only love
where we are going
and more than I love
as good as it sounds
than impermanence
our life here below
our sadness
beyond present dissatisfaction
raised up to heaven
won’t I gawk
on the table unspent
forever mirthy
a joy that lasts
for nothing dies
like flowers
alive and held
so unweary
undemandingly
Jsolitaire Writing & Poetry 
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