True Home

Why should I want to live another day?
Because I want to keep my loved ones glad.
They do not want to see me go away,
they do not want so long to be so sad.

Yet God tells me that heaven’s my true home,
that unlike all this life, that is my goal.
So what I never write another poem?
One thing counts for eternity--my soul.

What little good I’d do now’s multiplied
tenfold more there than what I could do here,
knowing I’m there, my loved ones’ tears are dried,
instead of far, kind heaven brings me near.

God’s there, the angels, saints--my truest friends,
am I prepared for love that never ends?

                             -- by Pete Voelz       7/30/13