What’s Up There?

a poem from high school

What’s up there,
                   in heaven, I mean?
Are there angels
         thinking of nothing except
         how to make us happy?
Are there long golden fields
         of yellow roses blowing
         in a light breeze ready for
         us to run through?

I think there is nothingness
         until we look upon it…
                   Then we see
                             the warm light
                             that reflects blue skies
                             over our faces for a lifetime