Heaven's Doorway
Rushing through a dimly-lit tunnel toward a light,
memories of my whole lifetime were swirling past.
I knew what was happening, but I sensed no fright.
Memories exhausted, reached my goal at last.
Loved ones’ voices were echoing throughout my head,
but to be with them I had to enter a gate.
St. Peter stood as guard, tall with his angel wings spread.
Then he asked some questions to determine my fate.
Peter queried what I’d learned in my Earthly life.
“Compassion,” I replied, but this was not enough.
“How did you handle times when life was filled with strife?”
“I fought my way through each hurdle; it was quite tough.”
“The key,” Peter said, “is whom you came to love.”
With friends and family, I replied, “so many,
all who now wait to see me again above.”
The crowd behind the gate was growing aplenty.
For love was Peter’s most important element;
He smiled, handed me the key to heaven’s gate.
I entered, auras spun ‘round, but I felt content.
Weightless and intrigued, I was in a tranquil state.
At last I saw parents, friends and my late husband.
Beloved faces shone through auras of colored light;
to the love they showered on me, I was unaccustomed.
Feeling young once more, I soared like a newborn sprite.
Love once shared with others renewed in misty air,
where angelic choirs played their harps and sang of joy.
This place beyond compare – how did I get there?
St. Peter whispered, “You shared love, now just enjoy.”
*Entry for Gail’s “Heaven’s Doorway” contest
Written May 20, 2012
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