What Heaven Looks Like (a poem)

You forget there are places like this:

A quiet bay with still water and a wide expanse,

the sun shining in a cloudless blue sky, and

seagulls calling overhead.

From the sandy shore, you watch the old man

cast a fishing net and the teenagers lounging

with headphones on.

In the distance, you see tall buildings across the

water through the summer haze, and cars traveling

over the bridge – maybe families on a first vacation,

or young lovers cruising with rock music pumping

through old stereo systems.

You think this must be what Heaven looks like,

or at least this is one peaceful stop on

the journey toward salvation.