When I'm Not Listening In Church

In heaven
I will wear Jimmy Choo
and the wings of Victoria Secret.

Words that cement me to this era, this moment.

But someday.

Someday
history's concrete will be jack-hammered away
and the earth beneath it
revealed,
redeemed
and restored to the garden it first was.

It will be there I will rest,
when my wings tire of soaring,
admiring my shoes.