if love is patient, i wonder how do you keep up waiting for me?
are you happy out there, papa, in heaven?
if love is kind, i wonder how do you stay amiable and cordial when you’re all alone?
are you having fun in the company of the angels papa, in heaven?
if love does not envy, i wonder how do you not get jealous of others being with their loved ones?
are you lonely somewhere, papa, in heaven?
if love does not boast, i wonder how do you talk with pride to angels above ’bout your princess back home?
are you proud of me in there, papa, in heaven?
love is not proud, rude, or self-seeking, i knew it was true, for you were the nicest, the kindest, even when you were about to go.
love is not easily angered and keeps no records of past mistakes; without a doubt, it’s true, for you had lovingly held me in your arms even when i went astray.
love does not delight in evil, for you made sure to drive all the evils away nor may come near me.
love rejoices in truth, for if you can’t be honest, you’d rather keep your silence; you were true to your words even’ ’til your last breath.
tell me, papa, is heaven really like what they say it is?
is it genuinely peaceful in there?
‘cos from where i am right now, chaos is everywhere.
i hope you’re happily enjoying reading your newspaper over a cup of hot brewed coffee.
i hope you’re having the best conversation with God almighty ’bout our world.
i hope you’re dancing merrily to the tune of Beatles’ “I’m Happy Just To Dance With You.”
but papa, don’t be happier; save your happiest dance for me when i see you in heaven.
for Sadje’s WDYS