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.
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.