Being In Heaven Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In a quiet atmosphere here at LuLu's in Banner Good Samaritan
Hospital, having lunch, a protein concoction tasting great,
silence reaching into depths of being.

Touching this soul, giving an intense peace just like when
dying, going to heaven, beautiful aromas, auras and imagery
being placed in this wonderful mind and intellect.

Tasting like heaven as it fills this mere poet with memories
and reminders of what was seen, now picturing everything in
gardens of ten-dimensional blue roses.

Just God and this poet in a peaceful meeting, wishing to go
back as soon as God allows, because when dying, going to
heaven, being brought back, something of self is left behind,
that's where this poet belongs, but having to wait for God.