The Bible doesn’t say too much about heaven

But people like to talk a lot about going there 

This earthly life is often spent just gettin’

Gettin’ by or gettin’ yours 

But I think there’s more that we’re here for

And what if the point was never to just to go heaven?

What if the sky and the sea really could meet?

Among our rubble there’s still blue and green

Also, ice cream

Moose Tracks and mint chocolate chip 

Strawberries and peanut butter dip 

There’s also cheesy tortilla strips 

But not all the good things here are processed 

I find some of the best things cost less 

Like the local beach 

A Saturday swim with my pup 

The great outdoors is our niche

With all the other Golden retrievers 

To just live each day, to dive into the bay – they’re so eager 

Golden retrievers are angels 

See? Heaven is here 

Especially when one gives a lick on your ear 

A hot bath

My husband’s laugh

It’s like someone whose run out of air 

When he lets me know he cares 

It’s a good story

Wildflowers and morning glories 

A run over the bridge 

A long slow run without a stitch

Helpful neighbors 

And kind strangers 

Lillipads, loving dads 

I’m not trying to escape 

To me it’s clear

Among the spoons and the Golden retriever fur 

Heaven is here