If I Make It To Heaven Poem by Arta Krasniqi

If I Make It To Heaven



If I make it
to heaven
I'd love
to live
In a deep green forest
by a creek
of cold water
I'd sit and dip my toes
gently touching
the slippery rocks
and the birds
would come down
and build nests
above my head
and the thick sound
of wind and leaves
would echo up in the air
and I'd make
flowery dresses
for myself
I'd wear
all the beautiful colors
and scents
proudly
and there would be
nothing
but trees and peace.

If I ever make it
to heaven...

Thursday, July 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: paradise
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 29 August 2015

IF EVER I MAKE IT TO HEAVEN... The very essence of some religions is achieving this goal, and obedience to divine law on earth and a one-time only divine judgement after death are the rigorous requirements. But your version ignores those issues and instead creates a private paradise of a very earthly garden, lovely woods, lake front, moderate climate. But it's not the transcendent place promised in religion. You have chosen something much less grandiose, but deeply fulfilling nonetheless. And I say: Hurray! I love it! This is paradise with a human scale. It's delightful.

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Fabrizio Frosini 27 August 2015

If I ever make it to heaven... lovely 'song' indeed.. but what is 'HEAVEN'..?

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