I do not know what it will be like in this place called heaven. Dante's exquisite description of the assent into Paradiso and the white rose is a wonderful expression of the growing joy of approaching the very origin and aim of life. Lewis' last paragraph of Narnia [The Last Battle] says:
And as He (Aslan) spoke, He too looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
It's hard to imagine the language of heaven. Perhaps there is not much said. I dream of hearing the two most welcome words I'll ever hear. At some point in this life of mine I dream to hear God my Father say, Welcome home. If I hear those words my via caeli will reach the origin and aim of my life. I will be for ever in a state of love and beauty where every moment is better than the one before.
Let's journey together. I pray what I post will aid your journey. Until next time,
Pax et bonum.
