By Tarzana Joe
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I like to think of heaven as a place that I have known
A street of many mansions I might one day call my own
A field of gentle breezes where it stays forever spring
Where light is always shining and we all know how to sing
I know this view of heaven is by intellects, reviled
And my approach to heaven is the heaven of a child
But struggle as they might with all the wit at their command
They’ll tell you less of heaven than a simple grain of sand
We all have tasted heaven and that ultimate reward
When what we do on earth obtains the pleasure of the Lord
A simple act of courage or of kindness is a start
A gift that we give freely and directly from the heart
So come with me my little ones; it’s been a dreadful day
I know a field for dreaming and a place where you can play
A place that we have come from and where all of us must go
Now let me introduce you to this pitching coach I know
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Tarzana Joe, the poet laureate of the Hugh Hewitt Radio Show, can be heard on air in the 3rd hour of the broadcast on most Fridays. His wonderful poetry can be found at tarzanajoe.blogspot.com
Reprint with permission by Tarzana Joe, who can be contacted to pen the perfect poem for any occasion at tarzanajoe@hotmail.com …see the linked form.
