A Lovely Little Day Dream
I dreamed I was in Heaven,
And there were streets of gold.
But the mansion I had dreamed about
When Life was young and goals drew nigh,
Was very different from the Heaven
I imagined while on the wings of night.
Life taught me to see a different light.
I sat on a hill overlooking small homes
Built along those streets of gold –
There was not one being in sight,
There were all inside their happy homes.
And I knew what was going on inside.
Families were talking and sharing.
They made plans about helping others.
There were no worries about who did what.
It was a quiet place with the purest dreams.
No one yelled at another or called names.
No one was jealous because …
All of the homes were the same.
Everyone was equal in one another’s’ eyes.
And God’s love was everywhere.
Then, I realized, in my lovely little daydream
That only the soul of a man, his essence, lives.
Our mansion in heaven is what we want it to be.
Some like extravagance and lots of gold.
But as for me, I just want to be peaceful
In a quiet little place I call home
… with extended family all around –
And God’s love.
1/14/2017
Inspired by Mystic Rose’s Contest:
A Lovely Little Day Dream
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