Questioning The Idea of Heaven


Questioning the Idea of Heaven

Can it be true
that I’ll not see you

That all will never be
as it always should
have been?

Will we not laugh
at trivial cruelties, which you
will allow me to call
every single one?

Match memory for memory
like one might measure height
in penciled lines by the side
of a door, the pine jamb varnished yellow
as a child-drawn sun?

We did have the door,
the pine,
the sun–


A poem of sorts for Margaret Bednar’s prompt Artistic Interpretations on With Real Toads to make a poem using an image by Toril Fisher, this one called California Poppy Glow. Margaret has many lovely pictures of Toril’s work on the Real Toads website–the color in these flowers oddly made me think of sun.  (I may post another one re garlic–but haven’t quite done that one yet.) 


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18 Comments on “Questioning The Idea of Heaven”

  1. brian miller Says:

    what a drab afterlife it would be…with no heaven…
    i am envisioning a tavern…and a table by the fireplace
    to share stories…

  2. Jim Says:

    Heaven is ended, out the door into the sun? Guess I’m one of the lucky ones, 42 years of Heaven. That doesn’t count thirteen years of Hell. [ You wouldn’t need to add 🙂 ]

  3. I love that 4th stanza. And the final, too.

  4. “Can it be true that I’ll not see you again?” Unbearable thought.

  5. Susan Says:

    You leave me sad, thinking of my brothers and sisters–not that I have the latter–but I see us measuring ourselves as we grow up and suddenly having to imagine life without them … heaven on earth–the door, the pine, the sun. Kingdom of God on earth could be in a good marriage, a great experiement in living. As each ends, these lines apply. Thank you..

  6. Mama Zen Says:

    Wow, K! This is just gorgeous!

  7. M Says:

    as one of my favorite lines goes, by David Byrne: heaven, heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens… ~

  8. That concept of measure the memories when we meet again.. What a concept of heaven.. Really make me wonder if it’s a place to long for.

  9. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    Regret at the passing of a relationship is a theme I often use in my poems, and your approach to that idea really strikes a chord in me. I think of the beauty of California poppies in bloom, and how they last for such a short time. .. leaving us to ponder on what we did have, once. I find this theme to be very affecting since it taps into the human condition.

  10. Of course I love this! Yellow pine, and heaven is exquisite. Of course I love questioning heaven. Great write

  11. C.C. Says:

    Love how you incorporated the door jamb measuring height…such a common shared tradition (at least in North America)….much like the philosophical questioning of heaven is….great parallels to the universal here. Brilliant.

  12. hedgewitch Says:

    A light sad wind in this, that brushes back hair on a tear-stained face. Yet perhaps without a heaven, we might makes things ‘as they always should have been’ here? I love this particular painting, but only had a very dismal poem about the 17th century Tulip Mania and shrouds to put with it, so may not get to it. ;_)

  13. lolamouse Says:

    This expresses the feelings of the unreality of grief to me. So beautifully written.

  14. coalblack Says:

    I like the child-drawn sun.

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