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Poem: We’ll be Dancing up in Heaven

As I hurried through the airport, with a ticket to L.A.

And a tooth brush in my pocket, should my luggage go astray

Glancing up, I checked “Departures,” hoping for a slight delay

While a soldier in a wheelchair made his way through TSA

Of a multitude of medals, he was wearing an array

For his loving bride beside him, in his hands a fine bouquet

When they lingered by a poster with some dancers on display

And I drew a little closer, I could hear the lady say

We’ll be dancing up in Heaven, where the music angels play

For our love’s already sealed there, where the skies are never gray

You’ll be lifted up and healed there, where the palms forever sway

We’ll be dancing up in Heaven, on a grand and glorious day

With the tender look he gave her, did he silently convey

Such a feeling of devotion that no actor could portray

While the dark and mystic figures of a circus named “Soleil”

Pirouetted in the background, I could hear the soldier say

We’ll be dancing up in Heaven with a wonderful ballet

While the chimes of glory peel there, how we’ll twirl the night away

Everything will be ideal there, at that marvelous soiree

We’ll be dancing up in Heaven, on a grand and glorious day

Then they joined the crowd around them headed down for Exit A

Past a line of weary travelers at an overpriced buffet

While some others sought out Starbucks or a similar cafe

And I handed in my suitcase, I could hear above the fray

We’ll be dancing up in Heaven, where the saints’ll shout “Hurray”

Oh, the heights of joy we’ll feel there, when St. Peter says “OK,

Let the Devil have that wheelchair, but my friends here, they can stay”

We’ll be dancing up in Heaven, on a grand and glorious day

Abridged ending

When a hostess brought a glass and set it gently on my tray

As we flew the friendly skies of our beloved USA

I recalled the cost of freedom and the price some heroes pay

And the words I heard that morning still remain with me today

We’ll be dancing up in Heaven, Oh, the beauty we’ll survey

Far above the battlefield where, dusty roads explosives spray

May our comrades angels shield there ‘til they’re home again, we pray

‘ere we’re dancing up in Heaven on a grand and glorious day