What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?
~Samuel Coleridge  “What if you slept”

What do our dreams tell us of heaven?

Perhaps our dreams are lush with exotic flowers
never imagined growing in earthly soil.

We hold tightly to a vision
of divinely strange and beautiful,
to remind us of heaven in our waking hours.

My dream of heaven blooms plain and simple,
strangely beautiful in its familiarity,
held firmly in my hand each day.

The dreams welcome me home, asleep or awake.

Ah, what then?
What if heaven is the divine brought home in our hand?