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A few nights ago I had the jleasure of attending a social iinner. Let’s call it supper; and I lope it will not be the last supper >f this kind for me - and for the )thers who shared this delicious epast. Across the table from me at a young mother with her >aby. The baby pounded the able with a spoon while the nother gazed at it with adoring ;yes. I remarked to a lady sitting >y me that the scene reminded ne of a poem I have. I would like o share it with you readers. It is >y Katherine Taylor, the title is:
HEAVEN 1 am too little for a grand ?ternity. I want in my tomorrow things I >ee And things I’ve seen - that Faded all too soon. Instead of angel voices I would hear a spoon
Beating upon a table; see a laughing face, Warm, glowing, living, without, please God - death’s cold, set trace.
Instead of golden streets, I’d stand within
A doorway I know well. Is this a sin
To want my kitchen door, sagging of stoop;
To want instead of Heaven’s Host, a group
Of little folk, all hot and tired from play?
If so, please pardon me, dear God, but - short was yesterday.
I am too earth-bound for a grand eternity.
Sometimes I almost laugh at plans I make. I see
Myself in Heaven wearing an apron,checked;
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