What Does Heaven Smell Like? – Sunday Psalms

What Does Heaven Smell Like? – Sunday Psalms
What does heaven smell like?
Coffee, gardenias, good soap,
Fresh baked lemon pound cake,
And all the ideas I can’t hold in my head at once.
It smells like grace and absolute truth
With a hint of White Shoulders laced Grandmommy hugs
And Nanny’s butter roll cooking on Sunday afternoons.
It smells like redemption, reunion,
God-breathed life, joy, and laughter –
Without the hints of decay nothing on earth can escape.
What does heaven smell like?
Chocolate, puppy breath, strawberries,
Freshly cut grass,
And all the pure love my heart can’t begin to fathom.

“Run Away Home”

Go. Go be With Jesus,
Go and dance with your man,
Go and play with my babies.
We can handle the rest.

Run. Run away home,
Run and never grow weary,
Run and finish your race.
We can handle the rest.

Fly. Soar up to heaven,
Fly and leave all the pain,
Fly and live forever.
We can handle the rest.

Dance. Dance on two legs,
Dance and sing your praise,
Dance and bask in the glory.
We can handle the rest.

Know. Know that you are loved,
Know that you are missed,
Know as you are known.
We know you have earned your rest.

A few weeks ago, my husband’s grandmother died after a long fight to recover from a car accident. This poem was my way to say goodbye and process the loss of a beautiful, humble, godly woman who adopted me as if I had always been her granddaughter.