There’s No Time In Heaven

There’s no time in heaven. 

Yeah, that’s right no time.

Gold on the road and gates

Made of pearl and no time.

Villages old and new,

Eras of civilizations past

Remnants of people we

Thought perhaps we knew

And no time.

In my soul, I see my sister

Gleaming skin, smiling face

Her home, what she knows;

A grass hut on baked clay,

Waving me in because in

Heaven there’s no time.

My sister she smiles and

Nods, tells me of her vineyard

Her loom, and the colors she

Weaves because there’s no

Time in Heaven.  My sister she

Shares with me her travels

And never mentions an end or a

Beginning.  So we set out together

My sister as my guide

And without time.

At last, without time.

 

 

Sandra K. Woodiwiss  © 2012