Poetry

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Will Heaven be like Strawberries

where ripened fruit hang
in 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

the wind at rest, final sleep so
near
as we arrive at that
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 fills our needs
with grapes of
joy
plucked by His hand
and we do share
in the bounty of His supply.

© Richard L. Provencher 2005

Richard & Esther live in Truro, Nova Scotia. They have four children and five grandchildren. Their novel FOOTPRINTS is available from www.synergebooks.com. Both are busy in church work and community outreach. They welcome (adult only) feedback regarding their writing at: [email protected].

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