As our bodies float up to the sky,
And as we feel Heaven draw nigh,
We see the gates of gold,
The letters 'Heaven', clear and bold.
Yes, I know my name is there,
I know it as I float through the air,
And then I hear God saying loud and clear,
Welcome Child, welcome, have no fear.
The broken leg I had was't there,
I had not a care, not a care,
And God welcomed me in,
In where there was no sin.
WONDERLAND
Throughout high school, I had always told Elaine she was the prettiest girl in school, but she never believed me.
When by luck we wound up in the same college together, I wrote down on a semi-finals test paper what she called an 'essay'; on how she was the prettiest girl in the college.
On the banquet table’s cloth of white sits a great wine basin seventy spans across and wide carved with scenes of heaven’s splendor ringed by countless silver goblets each engraved with a true name polished and shining in His light waiting for the day when we dip our goblets and raise the toast, the cup of reunion
at the bridal supper of the Lamb
(I had to re-post this as poetry, instead of fiction)
Here is a little more randomness--fruit of my writing assignments for class. For this one, I had to take line from a poem I'd already written and write a new poem with it, and then take a line from the new one and do it again...
(This was an assignment practicing the use of vowel sounds to create a distinctive tone or feel...)
“all the way to heaven is heaven.” – st. catherine of siena
look— all the long, long weary way to heaven, at the end of this slow sojourn, plodding moment after moment, behold, one great gift of love, of holding in our heart’s home heaven’s treasure.
...Heaven...
Branches in the puddle on the sidewalk
dark against the pale face of the sky
broken pictures of a broken world
windows to a place like mine
but not the same
I wonder – do they cry there?
The wind, it leaves the flowering branches crying
raining down their life over my face
little echoes of what I was made for
pieces of a near, dear place
but far away
I wonder – would I know it?
Yes, I know it's not Christmas! Too bad! :) I wrote this short Christmas play last year, and completely forgot about it! Let me know what you think!
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Gaby’s Christmas
CAST:
ANGEL CHOIR (with CHOIR LEADER)
GABY
SHEPHERDS (with SHEPHERD 1)
WISE MEN
MARY
JOSEPH
SCENE ONE
(ANGEL CHOIR enters. They are whispering excitedly amongst themselves. The CHOIR LEADER moves to the front and motions for quiet.)
CHOIR LEADER: All right, everyone, let’s practice for tonight.
Some time ago (a couple weeks, I think), I was taking a walk on the bike path running near our house. It was a foggy day, but as I love walking in fog, I didn’t mind the clammy cold. I started at our street where the path crosses over, and headed down the path, going northeast. Ahead was pure fog; I could not see a thing in front of me. Taking some steps, and looking back, I could presently see nothing behind me either except the mist. I could only see some feet in front and behind me, and some feet on both sides of me. Walking as I was in this manner, a thought struck me.