I sit in the sunlight working on a sermon,

Or a talk,

If you are more comfortable with that…

Hopefully not a lecture…

To be delivered this Sunday

From a pulpit,

or a podium if you are more comfortable with that…

.

Ah words!

The stories we tell were told long before they were written,

When words were few and time was long,

When sacred texts were written on leaves,

And rocks

In streams and with paw prints.

But heaven is still the same.

.

Sitting here on a blue sky of sofa

Surrounded by white fluffy clouds of canine,

Heaven is where it always is,

Right here.

Right now.