Heaven by a String

When my oldest son was almost four I wrote the following poem. It was April of 1989. It was a beautiful day. Here’s the poem.

Heaven by a String

The boy had a hold of heaven by a string,
and the kite was on the end of it.

And his joy could not be measured
by the laughter of his voice on the wind,
on the hilltop, far above the earth.

And he was happy;

so happy that he could not tell you.
For today he reached with all his heart
into the air and held the wind in his hands.

And his face was shining;

as he tugged at the string,
and the fragile thing climbed higher
into the wide, blue dream of a laughing heaven.

April 26, 1989
Henry Lewis

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Author: henryalewis

Henry Lewis lives in the Minneapolis area with his lovely wife where he writes and plays, and dreams of trails. He is just beginning to share his writing with others. His first published book, "Getting Amazing Things Done", shares his lifetime of insights on What Successful Project Managers Know and How They Lead People to Do Amazing Things. Henry's newest book, "Laughter Near the Edge of Heaven", are his Confessions of a Trail Runner. This work captures his twin passions of trail running and unpacking the things of God in the natural world. He takes us along the trails as he travels the world.


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