Even

among all the multitudes of mysteries.

The gold laced misty clouds.

The joyous choir.

The awe inspiring spirit of the Saints.

The hardy, happy crowds of saved souls

searching for their addresses

in their new neighborhoods.

The booming laughter of God!

Still,

I’m gonna miss you

when I’m gone.

(since I predict I’ll be going on before).

But,

don’t grieve for me!

I’ll get along great!

And,

I’ll be waiting for you,

over there on the left,

under the old clock,

by the ice cream stand,

just inside the Gate.