Tuesday, June 5, 2012

This Is What Heaven Is

Before you read this, start the song playing. You'll be done reading by the time it gets to the good part and you can scroll back up.

This song has brought a (literal) tear to my eye for twenty-five years now. I don't even know all the words, the music strikes me that deeply. It's the sound of hope on a dark ride. At some point I realized that it was because it was drawing an image of heaven for me. It came to me in parts.

When I was on tour I saw a place out in Phoenix where the suburbs were expanding so fast that the city was getting a jump on the developers and had built a whole network of roads with nothing on them. They were just numbered, no names.

When I was growing up I asked my Dad what Heaven was like. He said he didn't know, only that God was pretty powerful, and He loved us a lot, and was building a place that would be perfect for us.

My Dad was a builder. I also can't think of any person on Earth, not my Mom, or my wife, or my kids that loves me as much as my Dad. He hasn't said it to me five times since I was a little kid, but he showed me every single day from that to this. I figure he understands about building something for someone you love.

I don't ever think about suicide. Sometimes though, the world makes me squeeze my eyes shut and wish I was done. That I could go home. To that place. By the time the second verse starts I don't feel that way anymore.

1 comment:

Irish Gumbo said...

I hear you loud and clear. This post? Pure amazeballs. And to be honest, I hadn't really thought of Heaven existing in years...until I read those last two paragraphs.

Peace to you, my friend. And home.