“[T]welve year old Libby O'Shea coasted on a homemade swing, toes touching a blinding-blue heaven dolloped with clouds.”
“You can t coast uphill.”
“.. or a saint who had spent all his years preparing for his grand entry into heaven, only to discover on his deathbed that heaven was not some blue expanse full of angelic string quartets and opalescent clouds, but an eternity granted for reliving one's happiest moments, and that he had none to remember;”
“Being sorry won't get you into heaven. Get happy, son. Get that old spring into your step and stay on your toes.”
“I look out my window at the blue sky,The white clouds,and the green leaves of the Rustling trees,And I realize i'm already in Heaven”
“Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.”