in Heaven no one is going away.
no suitcases packed.no luggage racks.
no lace handkerchiefs waved at the station
no passengers sorrowful, fearful at looking back
lest the weeping never stop
sunset and sunrises coinciding
in the same golden drop
the roses, picked and placed in a vase
will never fade nor the sheep in intense green meadows
ever ever stray. fresh strawberries every day!
and in the looking glass you fear no more to gaze.
in Heaven no one is going away
not even the clouds
not the young grass nor April's green
nor all that we had heard or seen which we relive again
sweetly world without end nostalgia becomes a fixed point
the heart has all its loves forever
and of all things one could say about the after life
how can there be anything more to be said than that
after you're dead and arrayed in celestial form
no one is going away from you.
ever. anymore.
mary angela douglas 12 january 2021
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