Heaven is Boring

Posted on September 19, 2018 by

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I used to dread going to Heaven

More so than dying

It sounded so boring

Especially as a child

Beautiful, but boring

Sitting in a field of lush green grass

Running my fingers through a sheep’s wool

Harp chords looping through the air

Calendar years sped through my mind as the service wore on

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