Heaven

I remember when I was very young. My dad sat with me and said maybe this is heaven. Maybe where we are is heaven and we just have to embrace it. See it and live it. Maybe this is the Garden of Eden now. But our choices determine whether we recognize it or walk right past it. My dad died young. So did my mom. Yet through it all a light followed them. They were kind. Decent. Caring. Loving. Empathetic. Sympathetic. Maybe that is how heaven is. Kindness. Decency. Loving. Maybe the Garden is a feeling. A way to treat others. A way to see the world. A lightness. Heaven. Maybe it is the choices we make. And if bad choices have been made remember we are not a prisoner of them unless we make that choice too. Heaven. The Garden. Maybe it is here all along. My dad thought so.

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