Can you tell me what heaven sounds like? Is it peace and quiet we always asked for amidst the hustle and bustle of city life? Or is it just as loud as our living thoughts always were? Are we singing, dancing, and laughing? Do we all know the words? Are they written on our hands or imprinted in our brains? Are we listening to each other or only hearing ourselves? Is it melodic?
Can you tell me what heaven feels like? Are you homesick or is it homely? Are you mourning for those that mourn you? Are you moving on, letting go or holding on to your final show? Do you feel empty? Are you afraid? Are you certain or unsure, insecure and skeptical? Is it all a dream or are you really there? Are you awake? Are you still here?
Can you walk me through the gates? Talk me through the change and hold my hand through the pain? Rest your hand on my shoulder, tell me it will be okay. This is heaven, after all. Can you teach me how to
Answer any of the above, and I'll know it's real.