Cona Adams Poet Free verse

No Toilets To Flush

We who remember outhouses
consider flushing toilets
the next thing to heaven.

Yet, we know, in heaven—
no need to search—
they do not exist.
The Apostle Paul said, 
“We shall not all sleep,
but we shall all be changed.”

No freckles,
no cowlick,
no twisted bones,
no missing members,
no lack of understanding.

Questions will all be answered.
As we enter that pearl-encrusted gate,
as we gaze through those transparent
golden streets, never again 
will there be a need to flush.

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Mark Peterson December 7, 2017 at 12:10 PM You stirred in my mind thoughts of all the mundane things we'll leave behind upon entering a glorious realm. And with it, I suppose, will also come the ability to forget all those mundane things, as well as recollections of our baser selves, whose departure I will not miss. Thanks for the vaunted assemblage of your words.

Samiha Zubair June 24, 2017 at 3:03 AM Its a very contemplating write of life after death. Cona Adams November 28, 2017 at 10:38 AM Thank you, Samiha, for the visit and for taking the time to comment.

Connie Marcum Wong April 28, 2017 at 4:39 PM No more spiders crawling on you in the outhouse. I enjoyed this Cona. ; ) 7 Cona Adams April 29, 2017 at 6:47 AM Thank you, Connie. Good to hear from you. All the best to you.