Sometimes I've wondered
What heaven is like--
The little details
That weren't described.
The beautiful flowers
Would never fade or die;
Even if plucked
They'd still be alive.
Water in a vase
Would not be required;
What happens if the flowers
Are no longer desired.
If you throw them out
They'd live on forever.
Wouldn't that be awful--
Cut flowers all over?
There's no death,
Decay or putrefaction,
But human wastes are all these
Brought on by bacterial action.
No germs or bacteria
Grow in the heavenly realm;
Does this then mean
No toilets in heaven?
Or, does it mean the
Human body is so perfected;
It would utilize and assimilate
Everything eaten and digested?
If this is the case,
Then there's really no need
For divine toilets in heaven;
Bet, you've never thought of it.
There are no marriages there,
but what if your spouse decides
to hang on to you and not
let you get out of his sight?
Worse yet, what if a previous spouse
Whom death had taken from you
Should find you and want to hang on--
Now you have to contend with two.
There is no night there,
The sun would shine always;
I think I would really miss the
Sunrise and sunset's glorious arrays.
The autumnal scenes of earth
Are glorious to our sight;
In heaven this would not occur
For there'd be no sign of death or blight.
I know heaven is more beautiful
Than we could ever imagine;
The beauty that we know on earth
Couldn't compare to that heavenly region.
I am going to a City
Where the roses fadeth not;
I know I'd smell their fragrance,
But their blooms I'd dare not pluck.
Yes, sometimes I've wondered
What heaven is like--
The little details
That weren't described.
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004
