A Serious Poem, #1: Is there a Heaven?

Is there a Heaven, a place in the sky,

A paradise waiting for us when we die?

A someplace far better than where we are now?

Where Good is the who, what, where, when, and the how?

If there is not, then what are we doing?

Trying to forget the days we are rueing?

Living for nothing, then going nowhere.

Just one more small voice getting lost in the air.

I just can't imagine that this here is it,

A place with no reason to live or to quit.

There has to be more, something that explains

Why beauty is wind-blown grassy white plains.

Or thin veil clouds hiding dazzling sky.

Or winds of assurance to wipe my damp eye.

Or freshness in scents that tickle my nose.

Or friendship, constant, though it comes and it goes.

It's beauty in ugly that makes no good sense

In this broken world where we long for past tense.

It's things often looked at but often unseen.

That give us a hint of a world not unclean.

And love. What is that? How came it to be?

That sickness, that goodness that bubbles in me;

That longing to share, that drive to do good;

That need of a touch, the hope that I could.

So I am convinced, there's more than we see.

A Good place of immortal community.

It's somewhere I can't see, but I can perceive.

And all just because I once chose to believe.