Heaven

Kiss the newborn baby, breathing in their innocent scent, and tell me it isn’t Heaven. Walk through the pine forest and up the snow-capped mountain and tell me it isn’t Heaven. Dance in the crystal blue waves of the ocean and tell me it isn’t Heaven. Stand tall like the golden sunflowers in the warm sunshine and tell me it isn’t Heaven.

Heaven is here, a place perfectly created by nature. Not an Eden we’ve been banished from, or pearly gates we have to earn and pass through. Not a place reserved for a chosen few. No, heaven is here, given freely to you and to me. 

Are you brave enough to live in the earth’s rhythms, the way it gives and the way it takes, feeling the kaleidoscope of emotions, being born and returning to the earth over and over again. 

Heaven is here, in the sprouted seedling surviving in the sidewalk crack. In the knowing hands holding you in grief. In the sliver of light shining through your darkness. In the cool water quenching your thirst and washing away your sorrow.