Here's to Heaven

Here's to heaven.
When -
The old friends misplaced by the passage of time, recalled with pain and tenderness,
The places known in and grown in and left,
The mentors that poured and labored and filled and moved on,
The dear ones that got there first, oh to hear the ripple of their laugh,
The babes we carried but never held, their laughter never heard,
The time and slowness we are wanting for, to ask and listen and drink in each of these...
Just one. more. time.
And then forever more,
- Will all be there.

And the face of the One I long for most with tender hope for that bright day,

Here's to heaven and the hope of finally being home.

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. (Revelation 21:4).