I floated to a tender place called Heaven.
There a jazz band played softly your name.
A tune oddly named 'Amazing Grace'.
My heart lept with beat
and my feet shuffled clumsily.
There in that place the lead singer was me
and the Orchestra played with feather bows.
We slow danced to fate
A tune oddly named with capital letters.
There in heaven God titled us one
while the tune shifted to upbeat.
No longer a jazz note but a classical symphony,
an urgency of dazzling hope.
Others tapping their feet complying to our beat,
intertwined fingers and dotting glances,
as we took center stage
carelessly escalating upward into eternity.
People faded into a pure background
filled with deafening silence.
And on a carpet threaded with future so cozy
there you held me close.
In your eager hands you drew me near,
skin supple as the billowy clouds surrounding,
words as stars setting gently ablaze,
and hummed the tune 'Amazing Grace'. |
Submission Name: My Heaven
