How Can I Miss Heaven?

How can I miss heaven even though I’ve never been?

It’s so clear and close to me when I close my eyes and breath in.

The water moves in gentle tsunamis

While the trees literally dance.

The rocks will tell you stories.

There’s no need for a second or third chance.

People there aren’t crying

Unless it’s because they laugh so hard.

No one has a fear of dying.

No one will steal your debit card.

I can hear stories directly from Martin Luther King’s mouth.

I can spend 1,000 weeks in a cabin alone devoid of guilt for not going out.

In heaven, we make music so much more beautiful than anything we’ve ever heard.

We all know how to find the harmonies as we sing to the tunes of birds.

We can dance for weeks.

We feast for days.

We drink to the marvelous beasts

That help us get on our ways.

In heaven, people paint pictures but they don’t put them on paper.

They don’t even need a 3D printer to make an elevator.

People build things straight from their minds and paint them into the air.

And if you’re lucky you can learn to teleport to get anywhere.

I don’t think people turn into angels. I’m not sure where that idea came from.

And while, we’ll worship God forever there, it won’t be because our brains are numb.

We won’t forget the lives we lived before.

We’ll remember the heartbreak of the days when we lived in a world of war.

But everything will seem so distant when we’re face to face with truth
And the peace we are granted makes sense of everything that, before, we tried to nail with proof.

How can I miss heaven so much when I’ve never been there before?

I suppose maybe that’s part of the hunger in me that always longs to explore.