poem

 HeavenMy son asked me what heaven was like.For his sake I hope there is one.Not that I ’m expecting to spend much time thereNor do I think I would even want to.I just need to know it existsSomewhere way up there beyond all this.I ’d be content to lay on my backOn the uncut grass on a warm June day Bees buzzing in and out of magnolia bloomsLeaves politely applauding in the light breezeJust gazing upon the blue expanseSlashed with wisps of white clouds like terrible mustachesUntil I was able to suddenly see through The best that reality has to offerAnd understand there ’s something even better—A sanctuary for all I ’ve loved and lostWith room for all the good and kind and softHearted people of now, the past and all to come Doing whatever it is one does in heaven.I don't think I belong there,Not that a hell would have a legitimate claim Either, but give me an afternoon like thisThat ’s all I would askA few hours spying on ParadiseJust to know it was thereSo I could tell my boy.That ’d be enough, that would suffice  7/10/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 10, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs