You don’t have to perish to get there.

Too early to dream of heaven,
no matter how good the angels sing.

Too white the dresses in heaven–
Aren’t those only made for maidens
to bling?

Too high to walk my way up in heaven;
I’m scared of heights
to think about it even.

Too good for me to get to heaven;
I have flaws and ruins; and,
healing seems forever.

Too grand to be in heaven;
I’m getting used with simplicity
I see in acceptance.

that just between you and me;
I think,
we’re but making our own heaven.


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