Halfway to Heaven?

Spent hours this morning in a warm little Austrian living room, talking of Heaven... (While the clouds were deciding whether or not to cry.) Now my heart carries a peculiar little twinge.

I want to go Home...

But then I look out the window and remember where I am, and what I have left to do before it's time to leave. 

Heaven is my home, but earth is my workplace.

And it's not yet time to go...

. . . . . . . . .

I live on a cursed planet, thanks to my first father's ingratitude.  

But I think the curse rests more heavily in some places than others. 

This place is unreal. The pictures are pitiful.

I've never been to a place where the curse seems to rest more lightly.

Look, the sun just came out.