Questions on Heaven-in memory of Estelle Olive Naug

By Susan Ruth (nee Naug) Rochaf March 26,1999

Dear Lord, what's it like up in Heaven?

Up close to the stars and the moon.

It's been five years since my dear mother

Went up to her own private room.

Up there in the mansions of glory,

With angels and trumpets and wings;

I know she must love being up there

Involved in impromptu hymn sings.

I wonder if she's still just as feisty?

If she's causing a ruckus again

With family and friends and archangels

Her husband and bright cherubim.

Is she playing badminton or billiards?

Or her favorite evening board games?

Of Scrabble and Mahjong, and beating

The pants off illustrious names?

Is she dancing with Sampson or David?

Or quibbling with Peter and Paul?

Is she lecturing poor doubting Thomas?

Or primping for the next Heavenly ball?

. I guess what I'm trying to find out, Lord

(And the answers I may not get now),

Do we change when we get up to heaven?

Or will folks recognize us somehow?

Whatever the answer, I trust Lord

In all of your goodness to man

That your love is so perfect and more than

We could ever imagine or plan.

My mother is having a field day

She's perfectly happy I'm told,

I'll see her whenever it's my day

To enter the city of gold.