Sun-warmed skin.
Lightest breeze.
Kites flirting their long ribboned tails.
Dozens of families at this park,
Scattered across the grass,
With nothing in common except the same afternoon plans.
Wholly communal.
My children run and laugh with nameless new friends.
Tucker throws a football with somebody's dad.
Tyler spins on the merry-go-round with somebody's sisters.
The sound track in my ears,
Behold the Lamb of God,
Seems to ride on the air.
And I wonder if heaven could be anything like this.
Celebration with the same plans by all. I'm sure there are some similarities. I'm sure it's better, too, but nice to have a glimpse.
I love your heart. And your spirit. And your writing. And how you think. I love this piece.
My spirit whispers to yours: "In heaven, Tucker will throw the football to his own daddy."
What joy it will be.