What Would You Do In Heaven?

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The rain is pouring

The sky is dark

There’ll be no hills to climb today

There’ll be no seas to cross

But I’ll sip my coffee

and I will be cozy

and enjoy the cool wind

blowing by

meanwhile.

 

The land is plowed

The seeds are planted

Yet harvest time has not arrived

But I’ll watch the sunset

and my fields of gold

and I’ll take

a sweet little nap

meanwhile.

 

Yea for those who wait

for their tomorrows

let none then waste

of their todays

For all is well

and all is fine

for those who pray

and smile

meanwhile.

 

 

“Meanwhile” is a poem on waiting, one of the hardest things we ever do.  No one likes waiting, and rarely do I here of people saying poems while waiting! Yet there are times when there is really nothing we could do but wait, and while doing so, may we never think that our time is wasted, and that nature is not doing anything to fulfill our deepest desires.