Prayer for a Dying Teenager

Will there be cars in heaven?
Will there be motors to tinker with and fix,
mechanical problems to figure out?
Will there be siblings to tease?
Will there be dogs to run with?
Will there be a familiar landscape
that feels like home, like this home?
Will there be parents who love me?
Will there be a body that works 
and doesn’t hurt?
Is dying like a great leap
from the diving board of life,
or a quiet settling 
into the world’s comfiest bed?
How do I learn how to stop breathing?
Is it like riding a bike,
wobbly at first and then dead easy?
Jesus, will I feel you running beside me,
your hand holding me steady?
At the moment when life becomes air
will I be speeding into your presence
too thrilled to look back?
I’ll leave the questions behind, in time,
riding that cycle of life and death,
catching up with everyone that ever lived.
An amazing ride.