My Corner of Heaven

I will never forget 

that early morning in your small bed 

when I woke up next to you 

to the sounds of a harp playing 

and porch chimes dancing outside the open window 

as the wind came down our side of the mountain 

and for that brief moment in the dark

I thought I was still dreaming

that I was in my corner of heaven

and when God smiled and asked if I needed anything

I told him there was not one single thing he could offer 

that could make this moment more perfect than it was

Ken Owen  Van Niddy Press  January 2015