What if in Heaven these images are our peripheral sight?
Think and it's there for us?
Liquid glass; warm and inviting;
Where skies are never dark;
Where the water is sweet, clear and never murky.
What if we can walk on the sandy ground,
And it feels like tiny marshmallows?
What if the rocks are silver and gold,
But we could lick them and it taste like peppermint?
What if the clouds were all the colors of a rainbow;
Where we could reach up and touch them like
Cotton candy?
Where the whole image is one dimension
And three at the same time.
What if in Heaven the warm wind blows,
Ever so slowly through the caverns and fissures?
Silently presses against our face,
Feeling every curve.
We close our eyes and smell the sea,
And the wind quietly plays our favorite songs;
Sung by the Angels.
What if we swam in brilliant light,
Like swimming in milk but seeing and breathing?
What if in Heaven you were there with me,
Breathing the same thing I do?
I would know then and only then it would be Heaven.

Sean Hovater