Telephone to Heaven

If I could I’d dial the numbers 

Transporting me to you,

Connecting our heartbeats and voices 

In one tune.

I’d hear your breaths draw in and out

I’d hear the first small cry.

If heaven had a telephone 

The moment that you died.

I’d hear a little giggle as you grew from

Month to month,

I’d envelope myself in the love I’d held on to so much. 

If heaven had a telephone the lines would be so busy

‘Cause we’d laugh and talk for hours spinning ‘round as if we’re dizzy. 

The telephone to you is cut, the cord is non-existent

Another is available and I dial quite persistent 

The lines are always open 

The Receiver is consistent. 

I talk about my sadness and grief the pain within my heart

I talk and He will listen, we are never far apart.

And I cry into this pillow soaked with tears, 

Thanking God for this telephone to communicate my fears.

And I sigh a feeling of relief with every conversation 

Because He listens to my words without a hint of frustration.

This telephone to Heaven is the best interaction 

Because He know my thoughts from afar

And listens with Divine intention. 

This is the best type of conversation. 

Prayer, to the one who provides my Salvation. 

-DC 2021