Several years ago, I wrote this poem after losing Leanna. I wrote it in about 5 minutes on a plane up to New York for a weekend of hunting with my dad and friends. I typically write poems quickly and they usually are very meaningful. I'm glad I have a platform where I can share it for more people to read.

Rolling White Heaven

As I peer out upon the rolling white plains

I see the beauty she sees daily

The sea is bright and white to her

But still looks dull to me

My porthole is but this glass

Cold and dry to the touch

But she sees it from above

The tranquility, far too much

Is this Heaven here on Earth?

Cutting swiftly across the white hill

Or is this the true heaven

Where the ruling power is God's Will

Quietly I watch the waves pass

The rolling hills fly by

I ask myself why she isn't present.

Why, God why?

And yet the journey continues

Into unfamiliar territory

God is good, no doubt in my heart

For these clouds hold His story.