I close my eyes and imagine
what would be better,
what would be better than now.
Peace like the blue ocean,
seagulls and white,
white linen and baby’s blue eyes,
warmth of the sun shining down upon couples,
the ways of a child with their parent,
walking hand in hand.
With a child’s eyes I view the world and my future.
In my dreams, I am able to fly through the skies
with You and other children like me in white clothes
leaving a trail of gold dust wherever we go.

Up through the clouds,
above the cities and villages of earthly denizens,
in the kingdom of clouds and sunlight.
In the distance we see a castle sitting atop clouds
seen only through the eyes of a child,
made of crystal and radiant light.
As we approach we hear melodies of flute
and singing, voices from a far,
choruses of people, multitudes
singing songs of joy overflowing,
sounds of waterfalls and deer galloping
and wild horses running through the plains.

My voice echoes to seek out the One my heart longs for.
Amidst the beauty and majesty of this place,
my song rises through its city corners, roads, and highways,
to reach His temple,  into the very heart of God.
And He answers, “Here I am. Do not be afraid.
My love is with you forever and always.”
And I am transported immediately
into His Presence, as a 9 year old child
full of love and adoration for Papa.
And nothing else matters
except to be lost in His arms.