On the Edge of Heaven

Old rickety chairs

Like little tin soldiers, lined up in a perfect row

Unexpected

Lifted out of a busy day

Dropped onto a hillside somewhere between heaven and earth

For a brief time – I sit on the threshold of two worlds

The thin line between life and death

And although it’s uncomfortable, I find beauty there

On the edge of Heaven

Sometimes I like memorial services

The quiet

The peace

And thinking about life

What’s important

What’s not

Honoring a person

Focusing on good

Seeing old friends

Andrew Pappas lived 96 years

Ninety-Six years with his Savior

And now he is with Him forever

I put a rose on his casket and know he is not there

I look up and whisper good-bye

On the edge of Heaven