If Heaven does exist,
I wonder if a sun shines there.
It seems an awfully cold place to me,
locked away behind those pearly gates,
supported by clouds.
I wonder if so much whiteness is good
for the soul, for the eyes, for the mind—
surely, there is some sort of fire up above
to balance that below.
I wonder if I would know the difference
between the heat of His love
and the heat of what He has created.
If Heaven does indeed exist,
I hope it is orange and yellow and red.
I hope it is warm.
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