summer baseball.

heaven might be a green baseball diamond.

provided that everyone is issued a cap and sunglasses.

and that there are plenty of camp chairs available.

anyone could find their place in that heaven.

catcher, batter, pitcher, fielder, spectator, potluck dish connoisseur.

in that heaven there would be piggy-back riding.

and as many chances to bat as you want.

the bases would be paper plates.

and the score wouldn't matter.

the most important element would be the company.

good friends and family all around. people to talk to who you love and trust and who make you feel uplifted and improved.

to have a heaven like that now, well, it doesn't seem very fair, does it? here we are in the thick of life and privy to such splendor.

glory to God for the blessings of today. here, now, we can be happy.