Heaven is a place a lot of us wonder about.
On Earth, life seems to be anything but bills and taxes, friends and enemies, vacations and work. How would such a place exist?
The Bible has been telling us how it feels like to be there.
It says that heaven is place where no sickness exist. No work, because everything is already provided.
No heartbreak, not even tears.
From majestic cloud formations and awe striking features, God has been never really clear about it.
I wonder why God didn't tell me that heaven does have a post office.
*dring ... dring ...
"Michael! Pick that letter up!" That's Sarah.
And I am an angel working in one of heaven's Post Offices.
I am working in a PO where letters which seem not to reach souls here in Paradise are thrown for us to read.
Not one letter here leaves unread. All of them are.
Most of which are read by souls who really are the addressee.
Some of which are for some reason unopened by some souls.
Here in Paradise, letters are our only connection with the living. Though we may know what's going on the lives of people living on Earth, we can never reply.
Never.
So, here am I, picking up letters which are for human souls here who seem to just not care anymore about reading them because they can't do anything about thina written on them anyway.
We can't reply.
So, it would be useless to read them.
But it won't be fine to leave letters hanging around unopened. So, my purpose is to pick them up, open them, and make them disappear in thin air.
Did I say they do disappear after being read?
I have been doing this for many years now. I opened a lot of letters already.
A lot of them are about the smallest things a human can think of. Stuff like pants and butterflies that are usually sent by children on earth to their parents here in Paradise.
Humans write letters by saying prayers which includes talking to people who already passed away.
Their prayers become letters, and they reach heaven. They drop next to the people their meant to be read.
And when they're ignored, I pick them up. I am being redundant.
So as most of the letters, but these are some which left a deep mark in my heart.
