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.
4 thoughts on “What Heaven Looks Like (a poem)”
Great post 😁
Thanks! I was down the Jersey shore over the weekend and spent some time walking around the bay. So peaceful!