Poetry and stuff

A Day In Heaven

A day in Heaven
By Lisa Noe

I sit upon your lap while you tell me stories of those who’ve passed.
Each story is amazing to me how each and every life affects the life of some one else.
You are the Father, telling the human story. Stories of love, loss, laughter, sadness and all the emotions in between.

There are only a number of souls who are born into this world, from the beginning, yes far too many for a human to ever count, but for the Father they are but a number in His hands. These lives have been given from the beginning of time. They are relived time and time again. Until they learn a message from each lifetime. In this never-ending life we will know each other in countless ways, as brother and sister, daughter and mother, father and son and so on. We are all men brothers under the skin. Don’t do to one person what you don’t want done to you or your sister or brother, for it is but one in the same.

“I am you and you are me and we are one don’t you see!”

We will see our Heaven and we will find each other there, It was set in motion from the beginning. I speak not lightly of the love we should share, we are in each other's hands.
and collectively we are in the hands of God.

Those are the loving hands that protect us from the storm, that see over this old world to make sure we don't destroy it. Which we are well on the track to doing. Warning! Life is but a fleeting moment in time, Our world must sustain us for eternity, but if we destroy it where would we go? Heaven is on Earth!!!!!!!!!!