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There is doubt and there is darkness
there is pain and there is sadness
I am lost and all alone...
i have nothing to cling to...
there is no home.

an infinite longing overtakes me
a melancholy so great it eats me
I have no one to turn to
no hope no consolation no color no hue.

I can only rely on the powers that guide me
I can only trust in the force that makes my heart beat
As long as life pulsates inside of me
the fight goes on while i stand on my feet.

As long as the sun rises,
as long as the winds blow,
as long as the earth still blesses
as long as the grass still grow.
I am safe and loved even in my trespasses
this i feel, i live, and clearly know.

"Can you see Heaven in tomorrow?"
By Bob Perks

"Daddy, put me on your shoulders and let
me touch Grandma's hand!" the little
girl said.

Daddy bent down, turned her around, and
lifted her high above his head until
she was safely positioned on his shoulders.

"I can see tomorrow up here, Daddy," she said.

"You can?" he asked. "What does it look
like?" he questioned her.

"Just like today, but more pretty!" she giggled.

"Now hold on, Jenny. I'm going up on
top of this hill. When I tell you to,
stretch your arms way up and you
can touch her hand."

He carefully walked up on top of the
small hill just behind the bench I was
sitting on. The softball fans sit there
each evening during the spring and
summer watching the local players
compete. But today this hill served
a higher purpose.

For this is a spot where memories are
made. This is a moment between parent
and child that gets filed away in memories
for tomorrows yet to come. Perhaps when
this young girl will hold her babe high upon
her shoulders and together they will reach
for Grandpa's hand, just like when she was
a child.

He came down to where I was seated. His
daughter played nearby. Her Daddy told
me afterwards that Jenny was very close
to his Mom. She died a few months ago.
"Jenny said she wanted to hold hands with
Grandma like she always did. I told
her Grandma was in heaven, out of reach,"
he said.

"Jenny told me that heaven is in tomorrow.
If she climbed way up high she could
see it and touch Grandma's hand."

"Why did she say that Heaven was in
tomorrow?" I asked.

"Well, the last time she saw Grandma,
she told Jenny that one day soon she would
go to heaven. Of course Jenny wanted
to know when. Mom said 'Maybe tomorrow,
Jenny. She died two days later."

"So, then, heaven is in tomorrow," I added.
"So does she feel Grandma's hand?"

"Yes, very much so. In fact..." he paused
when his daughter came running up to
him.

"I'll be right there, Jenny."

Jenny is such a beautiful child. You look
at her and think "buttons and bows"
like a little girl in a story book.

Her Daddy continued. "One day when we
did this, she stretched out her arms and
said, "Daddy, I can feel her hand!" Of course
I played along and asked if it were soft like I
remember." He stopped for a moment. Shook
his head and looked down. I guess the memory
of Mom was still very much alive in him.

"She then said, 'Yes, Daddy. She has a ring
with four colors on it." I couldn't believe what
she said. I asked her to tell me again. She
described it as best she could for a young child."

"Did she remember a ring that Grandma
always wore?" I asked.

"No. That's what amazed me. You see that
ring was her Mother's ring that we gave her.
Each colored stone represented one of her
children. She couldn't wear it for year's
because of her arthritis."

Once again he stopped to gain some
composure.

"We placed it on her finger when she died.
We had it cut to fit her."

"Could Jenny have seen it then?" I asked.

"No. We decided not to permit Jenny at the
funeral viewing. She was much too
young to understand."

"So, Jenny never saw the ring?" I asked.

"No, not until that day. When she saw
Heaven in tomorrow."

Jenny came rushing over and Dad and I said
our goodbyes.

I thought a lot about this today. I asked myself
a hundred times. So I'll ask you.

Based on who you are. Knowing more about you
than anyone else. Having whatever
faith you may have in yourself, your God.

Can you see "Heaven in tomorrow?" If you
believe just reach up right now and
touch it.

Jenny did.
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob Perks
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"I Wish You enough!"
© 2001 Bob Perks
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear
much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."

i live in dreams and the visions i see
i refuse to accept the hard cold bite of reality
i detest even the lessons of history
for my dreams are not mere fantasy

...to believe in a world of light not shadow
to hold persistently in the promise of tomorrow
...to glory in the human despite frailties, pain, and sorrow
to know that love is eternal though my own life i borrow

In the end the reality of death will not have its sting
the reality of oppression will fade as justice will spring
from our heart of hearts, all goodness will bring
all the love and the happiness because we believe our dream!

Beauty is like a need satisfied and a desire magnified
Yet beauty is not defined only by its longing.
Beauty is the heart’s thirsting and the mind’s enchanting,
Yet beauty has no end and no beginning.

Beauty is the sight that you see and the song of the sea
Yet it haunts beyond what you are seeing and hearing.
Because beauty is seen with closed eyes and heard in deep silence
Beauty is really beyond our hardest reckoning.

Beauty is the wide orchard outside and the flowers that glide
But beauty is also the garden inside as the butterflies in petals ride
It is that smallest fragment of nature’s love and sweet scent
Where we experience eternity in but a very small moment.

Beauty is present in the day but also mysteriously collected at night
It is that spark of forever that makes the darkest night bright.
It feels like hope that can never grow dim
It is our strength and our vision when everything is unseen.