A poem for Tessa
Where an Angel Belongs
What is Heaven like little Tessa?
Does the wind whisper lullabies?
Do you laugh in the sun and sleep amongst stars,
Are your cheeks kissed by butterflies?
Are the fields thick with flowers that refuse to wilt...
But instead bloom all year long?
When you wake in the morning from peaceful slumber,
Are greeted with the angel's gentle song?
When you need to cross the streets of gold,
Is it Jesus that holds your hand?
Does Heaven have oceans that tickle your toes when they rise to meet the sand?
Do the rain drops glisten like diamonds,
Are the rivers a deep sapphire blue?
Do the babbling brooks flow like satin,
And share quiet secrets with you?
This world was blessed with you Tessa,
But God couldn't bear to part with you for long...
So he picked you up and carried you home,
Which is right where an angel belongs.
- 2007 -