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Can’t Imagine

Speaking of Eternity in the last post, I wrote this in February, 2001, long before the song “I Can Only Imagine” came out (just sayin’)...

I can’t imagine what Heaven must be like;
Though I catch a glimpse from time to time;
A glimpse into a realm I cannot fathom;
Yet someday soon this realm will be mine.

I think of Heaven in many ways
And at oddly different times;
In the midst of a simple, beautiful moment,
Heaven often come to my mind.

Such as a back rub from my husband-
The feel of his hands against  my skin;
The melting, relaxing, warm caress
That loosens tension from within.

Can’t imagine what Heaven must be like!

How about an evening of fellowship
With close-knit Christian friends?
Warmth, hilarity, songs and laughter;
No pretense, no put-ons, sincerity transcends.

    Can’t imagine....

Or standing knee-deep in a Caribbean blue sea,
The water calm, the brilliant sun shines clear,
Flowers in every color and shade imaginable,
Tropical fish swim near.

Can’t imagine what Heaven must be like!

When I admire beautiful jewels and gemstones
Such as my beloved engagement ring, I pause
To think of Heaven layered in diamonds, pearls, rubies, emeralds,
And that’s only the outside walls!

    Can’t imagine.....

And then....a perfect day in April;
Fresh new green emerging on the trees;
A gentle wind, sunshine strong, clear blue skies,
Dogwood and azaleas in full bloom, 72 degrees.

Can’t imagine what Heaven must be like!

Finally at night, I tuck my children into bed;
Answer 561 questions, get water, “Please, one more glass?”
Say our prayers, and other sweet things, like
“Good night, sleep tight, I love you”, then one last hug and kiss.

    Can’t imagine..............



When this was written, I had only been to Ocracoke Island once, the summer before.  I should rewrite this poem and add a stanza about 10 Cuttin Sage.  Perhaps later.......


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