EMAIL FROM HEAVEN<o:p></o:p>

Night had fallen and it was time for bed,<o:p></o:p>

As usual I couldnt sleep, so I prayed instead.<o:p></o:p>

Dear God, I said, I miss my son<o:p></o:p>

But as always, dear God, thy will be done.<o:p></o:p>

I said the words but still I wept,<o:p></o:p>

Then tears were done and finally I slept.<o:p></o:p>

Deep in slumber I began to dream;<o:p></o:p>

It was so real as night visions can seem.<o:p></o:p>

I saw a line standing at heavens gate<o:p></o:p>

And a sign that said, Here you must wait.<o:p></o:p>

Wait for what? they all cried in dismay.<o:p></o:p>

We were good; we deserve to go this way!<o:p></o:p>

But St. Peter waved a hand and smiled at the crowd,<o:p></o:p>

Please settle down, dont shout, not so loud.<o:p></o:p>

And then he explained before they filed through<o:p></o:p>

That they had a small task he needed them to do.<o:p></o:p>

One by one in a line you may now come along<o:p></o:p>

And register for our website, Heaven.com.<o:p></o:p>

Please give me the screen name of your choice;<o:p></o:p>

Your email address will be @angelsrejoice.<o:p></o:p>

In my dream I awoke and turned on my computer<o:p></o:p>

One email subject said, Your heaven.com tutor.<o:p></o:p>

I opened it up and read my email in wonder;<o:p></o:p>

Surely this must be a joke or a blunder<o:p></o:p>

For there in mail it clearly was stated<o:p></o:p>

That for a reply my son now eagerly waited.<o:p></o:p>

It told me just how I could write my sweet boy;<o:p></o:p>

Now down my face ran a mothers tears of joy<o:p></o:p>

So I answered my mail and then got one in reply:<o:p></o:p>

Dear Mom, it said, Im sorry I never said goodbye<o:p></o:p>

But you know that I love you and I always will.<o:p></o:p>

I wish that I could be with all of you still<o:p></o:p>

But this place is so beautiful and so serene.<o:p></o:p>

Hard to explain but I know you know what I mean.<o:p></o:p>

And, Mom, I know that in forty or fifty years<o:p></o:p>

Youll be here with me, so Mom, please no tears.<o:p></o:p>

In the meanwhile, send me an email now and then.<o:p></o:p>

Let me know all the news and how everyones been.<o:p></o:p>

Until you are here and we are together once again,<o:p></o:p>

Your son in Gods light, bless you, Mom, and amen.<o:p></o:p>

I awoke then and knew that I had been sleeping.<o:p></o:p>

My wet pillow made it clear that I had been weeping.<o:p></o:p>

But how I smiled to think if only it could be true,<o:p></o:p>

To hear from my son and others who had passed, too.<o:p></o:p>

But somehow I feel that my son used this way<o:p></o:p>

To let me know he was fine, and that everyday,

He is there with the Lord and the angels above.

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He sees me from there and he feels all my love.<o:p></o:p>

And although I miss him and will always feel sad<o:p></o:p>

Somehow a part of me also feels glad.<o:p></o:p>

For I am sure now that he visited me in a dream<o:p></o:p>

It would be so  like him to go to that extreme!<o:p></o:p>

Knowing his mom spends so much time online -<o:p></o:p>

How like him to use a computer as a sign!<o:p></o:p>

So he has the last laugh and someday I can say,<o:p></o:p>

Oh, my son, how you managed to brighten my day!<o:p></o:p>

Wouldnt it be wonderful if this only were true?<o:p></o:p>

That heaven had email and even IMs, too?<o:p></o:p>

But still we can do it the old-fashioned way:<o:p></o:p>

Get on our knees, bow our heads and then pray.   

          Copyright © Laurie J. Crist, 2001