Heaven Grocery Store Poem Novels & Stories

I just figured heaven was detailed down to the moss on the stones. Once darkness fell, I was getting worried. Maybe this wasn’t heaven, and I was in purgatory. It was so dark that the only thing that gave light was the moon which was full. But the treetops were thick enough to block out most of the moon light. I was starving and so thirsty now. Every so often my stomach grumbled from emptiness. My lips were chapped from lack of water. I couldn’t see so it wasn’t safe to move while it was so dark. I pulled my coat tighter around me and tried to get some sleep. It wasn’t too cool out. I wasn’t going to freeze, thank the lord for that anyways.

It was no wonder that the tree is where Charlotte went when her soul needed to recharge, when all the money in the world felt cold but the touch of the trunk and strong branches felt like a hug from the heavens above. Pear tree of heaven's blossom sent, of sunshine and leaf spun love, that reaches skyward in dreamy ode to larks, to swallows, to robin's bright. In all the seasons, come what may, come the wintry wands so gay, standing rooted in gale and frost, life ever ready to wake and reclaim the lost.

“Uhm, to chill? Home’s a bit suffocating, don’t you think? Besides, I’ll be checking the stocks...” Kathleen cut him off. “No, I don’t think so.” “What do you mean?” “You know what I—,” all of the sudden, she stopped when she felt a very familiar sensation—no. “Déjà vu,” she whispered, staring into space while listening to the silence, breaking through from the customers inside their shop. Oddly, all the tables are occupied, but none of them are making any noise. Even the coffee machine that has been operating a few seconds ago fell into complete silence that Kathleen had to stretch her neck to check the staffs working and all of them are there. She shifted towards Christian’s chair. She pul