To All The Desperate Hearts

I have a feeling that Heaven is closer than we ever knew;
that we will gasp when it finally snatches us up at how easy we were
to catch;
how instantaneously we
were changed.
That as we stare unblinking at the fullness of the glory we
had only seen flickers of here below before having to turn our heads
or be blinded,
we will instead be enlightened
to the fulless of sight.
Having shaken off these clothes made of thread, dirt, ash,
and all the weight that could weigh down a body, but never the spirit
tucked inside,
(though that spirit had often quaked from earth tremors and how near
the darkness once crept closely past
 even as we were hidden in little caves along the way;)
 that spirit now unhindered and suddenly exactly
 like the one to whom it is gazing,
and was always hoping to see,
was always trying
to understand.
For finally we will understand
that our tiny lives were always, always wrapped
in the strongest and lightest of loves
from before the beginning began.