Where Is Heaven

Where is Heaven I looked out upon the sea, and saw your face. It was awash with salt water, pure, bright, fresh and beautiful. How can there be more? I dared to venture into the mountains, the deep meadows… Park-land places, where myths dance at the edges of dreams. My soul was awakened, anew. I heard water drop, one tiny drip at a time, a glacier changing the reality of tomorrow. What will that be like? When I am gone… and then? At Your foot, I pray, I long to kneel, falling to my face…amazing…Grace… Each day I rise and try again, to do all that is before me. My plans or His? At times unclear. Relying often on prayer, and sometimes fear. Not of Him, but of letting Him down… of falling, short. The map is His Book of words I read. The seeds of which grow in my soul. The longing for His light, the brightness of the world, exceeds the reason for my search. I am content.