Heavenly Nightmare
It is my recurring nightmare
that heaven will be organized,
that some Martha will get there
before I do and will be happily
buzzing about
straightening clouds,
ironing angels' gowns,
starching wing tips,
buffing stars,
and getting ready for the
big hymn sing in the sky.
The nightmare is over
before anyone calls a meeting
and asks me to take minutes.
I'm filled with eternal gratitude...
--Ann Weems
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