Snapshots of Heaven
Snapshots of Heaven
B.C. Johnson
On a drive towards parts unknown, your bare feet on the dash. The radio sings us a blessed tune, our voices join in with comical clash. The wind blows through your silky locks, the summer sun illuminates your skin. Your eyes twinkle in a haunting glow, as our great journey just begins. We laugh about life and what it is to be free, our youth we can enjoy in full. Young love they say is eternal and rich, our lives will never be dull. No rules, no binds, just our love and this car. This vacant road beckons us on. No telling just yet how far we’ll go, just forward towards the dawn…
…and my mind takes a snapshot of heaven.
Years later the choir calls out from behind, and the ceremony is about to begin. We turn to the rear as the church bells toll, an angel is about to walk in. Garbed in white and lace of gold, your vision she is a delight. For years now I’ve waited so very long, finally everything seems right. I see you clutching your bouquet so tight as you walk down the aisle to see. Your face is a vision I cannot hope to describe as you once again smile at me. The preacher’s words filter in and out, I concentrate only on you. Together we stand, both hand in hand, as one we’ll start out anew…
…and my mind takes a snapshot of heaven.
The hustle and bustle of the afternoon traffic is like obstacles for me to slolum. I wheel left and right and left again to avoid the traffic columns. I burst through the front doors and onto the stairs, my heart beating faster by the minute. “My wife is here,” I scream at the nurse “and our child, she is about to give it!” The woman lets me in just in time to see, the wonder that is my boy. He cries and squirms and is slimy all over, but at that moment no better joy. I take your hand in mine and thank the good Lord for seeing it through. There is no greater gift than a child to be born, and best of all I share him with you…
…and my mind takes a snapshot of heaven.
In a darkened room where flowers grow, my cough gives you all a fright. For many a year I’ve grown weaker and sick, to culminate here on this night. You are at my bedside, as you always have, my hand nestled in yours. Our children and their kids all huddled about, listening intently for hours. My eyes glance each one, tell all that I love, and finally I come to you. Your tears are met with a wave of my hand as my fingers catch the tiny dew. I nuzzle your cheek, kiss your hand, and we talk about things we’ve shared. You sob a bit more, then look down at me, and tell me you are most scared. My hands hold you tightly, as tight as I can, and I tell you not to fret. “As long as I stand, I don’t care how long, I would not go through those gates just yet. For I don’t care how long I wait, even if you grow to ninety-seven. I will not walk in until together we can…
…relive our snapshots of heaven.
B.C. Johnson
On a drive towards parts unknown, your bare feet on the dash. The radio sings us a blessed tune, our voices join in with comical clash. The wind blows through your silky locks, the summer sun illuminates your skin. Your eyes twinkle in a haunting glow, as our great journey just begins. We laugh about life and what it is to be free, our youth we can enjoy in full. Young love they say is eternal and rich, our lives will never be dull. No rules, no binds, just our love and this car. This vacant road beckons us on. No telling just yet how far we’ll go, just forward towards the dawn…
…and my mind takes a snapshot of heaven.
Years later the choir calls out from behind, and the ceremony is about to begin. We turn to the rear as the church bells toll, an angel is about to walk in. Garbed in white and lace of gold, your vision she is a delight. For years now I’ve waited so very long, finally everything seems right. I see you clutching your bouquet so tight as you walk down the aisle to see. Your face is a vision I cannot hope to describe as you once again smile at me. The preacher’s words filter in and out, I concentrate only on you. Together we stand, both hand in hand, as one we’ll start out anew…
…and my mind takes a snapshot of heaven.
The hustle and bustle of the afternoon traffic is like obstacles for me to slolum. I wheel left and right and left again to avoid the traffic columns. I burst through the front doors and onto the stairs, my heart beating faster by the minute. “My wife is here,” I scream at the nurse “and our child, she is about to give it!” The woman lets me in just in time to see, the wonder that is my boy. He cries and squirms and is slimy all over, but at that moment no better joy. I take your hand in mine and thank the good Lord for seeing it through. There is no greater gift than a child to be born, and best of all I share him with you…
…and my mind takes a snapshot of heaven.
In a darkened room where flowers grow, my cough gives you all a fright. For many a year I’ve grown weaker and sick, to culminate here on this night. You are at my bedside, as you always have, my hand nestled in yours. Our children and their kids all huddled about, listening intently for hours. My eyes glance each one, tell all that I love, and finally I come to you. Your tears are met with a wave of my hand as my fingers catch the tiny dew. I nuzzle your cheek, kiss your hand, and we talk about things we’ve shared. You sob a bit more, then look down at me, and tell me you are most scared. My hands hold you tightly, as tight as I can, and I tell you not to fret. “As long as I stand, I don’t care how long, I would not go through those gates just yet. For I don’t care how long I wait, even if you grow to ninety-seven. I will not walk in until together we can…
…relive our snapshots of heaven.
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