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I look at the flowers

full of beauty

yet they do not toil or spin

their clothing

I listen to the forest

full of song

as the birds frolic

in the hands of the Creator

I smell the renewal in the stream

dancing by two bare feet

the perfume of spring

is far more refreshing than the headlines of death

which is the best that the experts have to bless us with

is this a small taste of heaven

that we get when leave the bondage of sickness

is heaven what comes after

embracing the pain of healing

is heaven a meadow of rest

prepared by a personal Jesus

is heaven a little better

than the self-centered boasting

we used to love

is a soul at peace worth giving up a life of violence

as I review these questions

at the tip of my pen

the forest continues to chatter

and the wind continues to run

over the surface of the earth