Windows in heav'n
I do wonder
about the windows in heav'n
What would loved ones see
if they looked out?
What would my best friend say
in his poetic way
about my work and play
and how I spend my days?
What would Grandpa shout
to watch me fall out
full of shame and doubt
craving for earth-clout?
What would my father's dearest pal mutter
in his heroic way without stutter
about zeal, joy-gracious, and immense laughter,
and sacrificial love for sons and daughters?
Oh how I wonder!
Oh how I weep.
Oh so I smile.
Then wait for that eternal clime
where there is no time
and wonder is fully refined,
redesigned, aligned, assigned, and alive.
Hope to glimpse
at the world, loving or perverse,
for miles and miles.
Then I won't have to wonder
about windows anymore
©2021 by Peniel.
Background Information: This song reminds me of all the people I've loved and lost. I imagine they pause from the daily task of heaven and the afterlife, sit down, and peer right at me through these grand windows. I hope they smile. Sometimes, they won't. I try. One day, it'll be me, looking from these very windows. Oh how I wonder what I'll see.
