Questions

Sometimes, I marvel at how quickly a Christian loses their temper or is impatient with a fellow Christian.

When I get to heaven, will I find anyone there, or will I sing to the Lord all by myself?

Will I be incredibly lonely there with no one to talk to?

When I get to heaven, will it be unbelievable quiet, with only my voice to disturb the deafening silence?

Will I be free to play with the animals which I took no time to be kind to during my sojourn on washed away earth?

Will I dare seek the shade of the same tree which I watched with disinterest as it was hacked down for my comfort?

Will I be bold as to touch the same petal which I never took the time to watch bud, to smell, but which  I absently and carelessly trampled upon in my haste to meet with schedules, routines, appointments, targets on far forgotten earth?

Will I dare stand by the sea for the waves to dance at my feet when I never had the time to let it when I could have?

Will I wrap my arms around myself to keep away the cold loneliness as I regret not stretching forth my hand in charity to that brother, to that sister who came asking it of me? As I turned away that boy who pledged his life to me? As I ignored the love of friends and family?

Will I dare drink in the glorious beauty of Paradise when always I saw the earth as my ugly and monstrous abode?

When I get to heaven, will my Lord gnash His teeth in sorrow as he realises that His grand plan for His children hit the dust after all?

Will the Good Lord await in anticipation to receive his children, but instead His heart tightens in pain when He hears their tortured cries as the door opposite opens and shuts with each admittance of their arrival there?

Will the Lord shake His head in sorrow as He comes to the painful realization that His children never copied His exemplary acts of goodness and kindness to us?
 
When I get to heaven...

If I get to heaven.

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