She is afraid of heaven 
Laughable. Perhaps. Until I listened.
Pearly gates
Streets of gold.
Floating on clouds
Angels and harps
Endless worship

Fearful? Maybe.
Inspiring. Not so much. 

Where is the One?

Where is the One in whose presence is fullness of joy?

Where is the One who descends from heaven to establish a new creation?

Could fullness of joy be presence in fullness in a new heaven and new earth?

Could heaven 
be less a place we escape to 
than a Presence 
filling a new heaven 
and a new earth?

Perhaps we already taste it in moments of beauty 
that bring a tear and 
stops us?
Moments of goodness. That surprises us?
In love and kindness that asks nothing in return.

Glimpses. 

Appetizers. 

Echoes.

A heaven 
that doesn’t merely await us— 
but draws us.

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