Here it is, almost 10pm and my fingers and mind have not danced across these pages. I was lost in my day and letting the writing ritual pass, suddenly, I think to myself. Dang.. I have yet to lay words here.
So.. here I am as 10pm passes into 10:01 and my need to bring together this day in this way calls me.
I watched a recording of Barbara Walter’s “Heaven: Where is it? How do we get there?” So many religious/spiritual expressions of Heaven. It provokes my own feelings and thoughts about it.
I choose Heaven in the likeness
of joy, laughter, Love, Light and goodness
I choose Heaven to be where I am
My heaven is on the inside of me.
I can choose to experience it in any
given moment at any given time
I can shift my thinking, my attitude
to embrace what I imagine is Peaceful
tender, compassionate with a breath
There is not a time I can not be
in Heaven no matter what kind
of Hell struggles for survival
No amount of ravage, despair,
illness, plight, can keep Heaven
from me in my allowing of it
I choose the shake of the dice
Sitting in the turbulence of
life’s stormy upheaval.
And when those dice fall
I know without looking that
I have laid the best of it on the table
My Heaven is merely a thought away
A breath away, my own personal
self proclaimed infinite glory.
Heaven is what I make of my
good living. Heaven is here
now, Heaven is here. Heaven is.
