At the Threshold of Heaven

I found myself stupefied it was day at the threshold of paradise my watch said seven gemstone lights sparkling off walls pearly white gates by Angel's with flaming sword guarded. Swaying side to side my strength half gone I’m just a poet I said he answered come. At his smiling the gates parted opening an expanse of endless blue skies no sun no clouds God’s love splendor only white light shining. On path of gold gliding on each side unending fields of flowers smiling gentle waters flowing a child sitting on lilies playing with tiger. Echo of farmers singing in distant verdant hills aromas of bread baking wine fermenting a shoemaker tip tap sound a tailor stretching veils of sparkling stars. Joy on every faces and in twinkling eyes springtime serene gaiety written. In heaven work is play and play is fun! In perfectly fit attire from gemstone houses descending with exuberant health running young and old approaching with hugs and kisses invited astonished me to banqueting. Tables of elegance set with golden goblets sparkling cakes and berry wines changing in taste with each new desire arising deliciously satisfying! Talking to each other without words reading each other’s heart knowing each other well they are peacefully content in their loving intent. Time in heaven is compressed or slows down at best looking at my watch after hours of festive fun it said seven. Enough the Angel said you’re just a poet to mystics is reserved God's glory splendor beyond this Portal. Love is the root of all unimaginable peace and joy unending Paradise is loving God and loving God is paradise. Fourth Place: Regina McIntosh Heaven Contest 6/2/20