A contented chicken
hums and warbles,
shaping the peace of the day
their small sounds showing satisfaction.
I think heaven must have porches
where the temperate breezes
bring the peals and tones
of the chimes
resounding in the tenor's sweet spot.
I think heaven must have fountains
the shining streams overflowing,
singing and tinkling
over rocks and in the pool:
an oasis refuge for frogs and fish.
The melody of the fountain
joining the chimes as the
well timed, sweet smelling breezes
also carry the sound
of the cheerful chickens.
The porches of heaven
boast of a greater thing yet,
far grander than
fulfilled fowl,
mellow melodies,
and bubbling brooks.
For there the Lord of Heaven is,
gathering His children as a hen,
singing loudly over us with joyful song,
our Living Water.