Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Wednesday Writing - Heaven

Heaven will smell like a wood full of bluebells or lilac in full bloom or open old-scented roses.
It will have the freedom of wide open spaces and the security of a snug white-walled cell.
It will be the tor where the cliffs drop away and the sea joins the sky.

In heaven I will be able to blog all day while receiving chatty emails from friends. The beds will have the softness of feathers and the fires will blaze.
Chocolate will be slimming and hair won’t frizz in the rain.
There will be an endless supply of Harry Potter books and Wales will always beat England at rugby.
Post office counter assistants and doctors’ receptionists will be nice.
Mel Gibson won’t age and Paul McCartney will sing at my birthday party.
Computers won’t crash nor batteries go flat.
The people I like will be close to me; the people I don’t will be ... a bit further away.

I will have perfect hand eye co-ordination and be able to ride a bike.
My dog won't steal food but will do as he's told.

My children will remember to close cupboard doors, switch off lights and not scrape crumbs in the butter.
Other people will notice before the toilet roll runs out and will not leave the empty roll on the floor.
It will only rain at night (except when I’m feeling miserable and a need a storm to walk in.)
In fact, heaven will be pretty much like life on earth with more of the good and less of the bad.

But what small visions, small dreams. Is heaven really only as wonderful as I will allow it to be, as good as the best I can conceive?


I would tie the creator down to niceness and neatness when he wants to show me mind-blowing wonders leaving me open-mouthed at their splendour. That’s what heaven must be, not pleasant afternoons in front of an old movie, but living out the thrill of discovery, where each day, for all eternity is unimaginably wonderful. Beyond words, beyond description. Where the only thing we know for sure is that Jesus is there. And he knows my name.
xx


10 comments:

James Higham said...

Post office counter assistants and doctors’ receptionists will be nice.

They're not bad in North Wales. How are they down your way?

Liz Hinds said...

Horrid. Especially doctors receptionists. They have a special training school.

Ole Phat Stu said...

Yes, but to get into heaven you must first qualify. For example one of the qualifications Jesus demands is in Luke 14:26 ;-)

Leslie: said...

I hope I qualify, Stu! And Liz, I'm praying that I'll be able to run in heaven. This was lovely. :D

CherryPie said...

Sounds like a nice place to be, I wonder if there is a space reserved for me...

Suburbia said...

I quite like the safeness of your version :)

Puss-in-Boots said...

If Paul McCartney is going to sing at your birthday, I wanna be in heaven with you!

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

Hi Liz,

Thank you for visiting my blog. I'm glad to meet a "fellow" writer.

And I'm glad you're going to pass on the Blessing of Solitude, especially to those who need encouragement so much.

Rose said...

Beautiful, Liz! I'd like an invitation to your birthday party in heaven, too, if I could:)

NitWit1 said...

I love this vision of heaven. I long ago accepted to think of what uptopia would be to me and multipl it by billions and billions.

Another unique version I heard heaven would be like each of us sitting across a table and we are feeding/serving the person opposite it.