If Heaven's path were made for one
and ne're a choice but to walk alone
then I wonder what should become
of my absence in God's lovely home…

For surely I would stop on the path
to admire the birds and bees…
and dance within the machair fields
among cattails and other weeds…

Certain I'd climb the aiten bush-
soft tendrils caressing me…
I should fancy not to be in a rush -
so then climb the cherry trees.

Then on down to find the pond,
feed all the ducks in a row,
and hope that I brought along
my trusty fishing pole.

Sure to pass the basketball hoop,
where I'd want to shoot a few,
and hope Heaven's path is on a loop,
so I can do it all with you.

For if your house is on the way,
Then I'd never find dear Heaven.
As we would hold hands all the day,
and eat cookies from your oven.