WILL HEAVEN BE LIKE RASBERRIES - poem

Will Heaven Be Like Rasberries

when ripened fruit hang
as globes of
juice, their tang a tease
for taste buds lonesome and
vacant, except for the hand
of strength
that plucked them?

Will heaven be waiting for
our presence
in body and spirit as our days
come to a close
clouds serene

wind at rest, final sleep
too soon
as we arrive at that
glorious place in humble attire
with empty baskets
full of expectation, passing through
Gates of Redemption
with songs in holy praise to our
Lord and King?

And He will fill our needs
with holy grapes
of joy
plucked by His own hand, and
we will share
in the bounty of His supply.

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