How Do We Know What Heaven Looks Like? : Poem by Sherry Painter

How do we know what Heaven looks like?
How do we know if there's Angels, with wings, halos and all?
How do we know if the Great Gates of Heaven will open for us?
How do we know Heaven is what people always say it looks like?
With golden brick roads, walking hand'n'hand with your passed loved one's?
What if it's not like that at all?
What if it's like Hell, instead?
With fire and evil all around?

Well, first of all, looked around,
What do you see?
I can tell you what I see.....

I see the beautiful earth,
I can see all of it in all of its beautiful glory:
The trees, always covered in something, like fluffy white snow, or glistening rain,
The mountain tops, caped with soft snow,
Hills that curve as lovely as women's bodies,
A slowed or fast steady stream moving over smooth, jagged rocks,
I see lakes, oceans, rivers, I see all land forms, from sandy to wide open sea,
I see a hawk after a rain fall swoop down for its afternoon meal, I See birds, them flirting with each other,
Squirrel's teasing each other,
I see the powerful rise of the sun and the calm rise or moon...

When you see all of what I see,
How could you think Heaven wouldn't be beautiful like this?
How could you think Heaven,
Gods home,
To be anything less beautiful than are home?