Days in Heaven
There are no days in Heaven,
The way they are down here,
For one could just as well observe,
It’s like another year.
As worlds go spinning ‘round a bit,
And wobble to and fro,
From Heaven’s point of view, you see,
It’s just a picture show.
We see the images so clear,
Of children in new clothes,
And celebrations come again,
That give a chance to pose.
But in between that frozen time,
You stare at a glassy eye,
To take a picture, hold that pose!
We’ve millions in the sky.
The images of blinking lid,
As it slowly descends,
To wipe the dust off, one more time,
From your recording lens.
And glacially, the smile that grows,
Like apples in their time,
As you perceive a moment dear,
That you may think sublime.
From Heaven’s point of view, there is,
No moment like another,
For every nanosecond there,
Has one to be its mother.
And time flows on, from here to there,
Unbroken in its path,
Recording all of it would be …
Well, you can do the math.
But every moment is well known,
To those who watch, and see,
The times that come to those below,
Such measured steps to be.
NicknamedBob . . . January 29, 2012
Beautiful....and comforting. Thank you for this lovely tribute to such a dear FRiend!
Thank you for posting such a beautiful poem, NNBob!
Life is like a ‘time lapse’........and the farther along we go, the more it becomes a ‘time lapse’ in fast forward.
When we were young, the ‘time lapse’ went so slow. Every day was filled with flashes that would become memories. But, it seems the older we get, the faster that ‘time lapse’ seems to go.
And, the memories flash by so quickly.
Again - thank you.
Thank you, NnB. She loved your poetry.