"I won’t pretend to be coy- because I know what I want.”

Questions for Heaven

"Feel the sun in my eyes
Swat that clumsy fly
Woke me up from a dream about Heaven
Smellin' coffee downstairs
Yawn a quick little prayer
And get up at a quarter to seven

Mirror catches my stare
Got some nice pillow hair
And I smile all the way to the bathroom
Scratch my whiskery chin
Now my cranium swims
With questions I can't wait to ask You

...Like why did You bother with so many stars?
Do You ever play tricks on the angels?
And what happened to all of those dinosaurs?
Where's the Garden of Eden?
And what causes de ja vu?

I guess in Heaven I'll learn
I'll be waiting my turn
To ask about quasars and feathers
I hope the line isn't long
I hope Your patience is strong
It's a good thing forever's forever

Do our jokes make You laugh?
What's Your favorite cartoon?
Can you tell me what's out past the edges?
And what about UFOs, taste buds, and tornados?
Why do we dream?
Oh, and what causes de ja vu?

Time to call it a day
Time to turn off my brain
It's already half past eleven
Reach to turn out the light
And close my sleepy eyes
And save up the questions for Heaven
I'll save all the questions for Heaven
I'm saving up questions for Heaven"




Chris Rice

Cherry's Property Laws

1. If I like it, it's mine
2. If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
4. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never be yours.
6. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
7. If I saw it first, it's mine.
8. If you are playing with something else and put it
down, it's mine.
9. If I am chewing something up, all of the pieces are
mine.
10. If it used to be yours, get over it.
11. If it's broken, it's yours.

Listen

I have returned
from traveling
to the land
that has no music
serene as the
temple of Monk's
prayer.

It's a great
place to visit
but
I wouldn't want
to live there.

And so dancing
into cadence
I come,
with the sounds
of laughing children
calling me home.

Sing! Sing!
I pray
that you too
will somehow
find the way.

Sonnet

It
may not
always
be
so...

And I say
And if your lips
which I have loved
should touch
another's
And your dear sweet fingers clutch
her heart
as mine
in time
not far away

If on another's face
your sweet hair lay

In such a silence as I know

Or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch

Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay



If this should be,
I say if this should be

You of my heart,
send me a little word

That I may go unto her, and take her hands saying

Accept
all happiness from me

Then shall I turn my face

And hear one bird
sing terribly afar
in the lost
lands...