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Night’s Finality

by Brian Cooper

While with a therapist one day I did ask for guidance up Above
I asked for advice, my mission, or some relief
I asked for Him to show me a sign, an answer, or someone to love
My therapist said it may or may not happen; she gave me nothing but grief

That night my body had chills; my head a fever
My mind seemed to rise to a cloud soft and light
I came to a hall that seemed to go on forever
To the end stood a door of white

The door opened easily, but the air was quite still
A wall within had scenes from all of time
The beginning seemed familiar, but the end made me shrill
In the center of the room there stood Thrice

The final scene was all ladders in different countries and regions
A thought crossed my mind like Déjà vu
They seemed to be different races and religions
All climbing to the same place but could not view

I stood between the Thrice and storyboard
A creature on the left, a man in the middle, and an old man made of light
All seemed to ask silently “Choose your reward”
Speaking to all three I said “of free will if I might?”

All nodded yes, with the old man’s hands forming a steeple
The creature with horns grinned ear to ear
The man in the middle looked toward the people
My mind raced with questions, thoughts, and fear

The man in the middle caught my attention, and I looked to the end of time
I saw great chaos on earth and a sea of flames devouring an angel
Ladders led into the clouds with many believers climbing ever so high
But on the bottom rung stood a woman in white beginning to dangle

I turned back to the Thrice with tears and a frown
I drew a deep breath and couldn’t help but feel rejected
The creature grinned, the old man looked firm, and the man looked down
It seemed I had little choice but to be one of the demented

Then there came a gathering of those remaining around the sea of flames
They were just ordinary people; their faces graven with their own regret 
The woman in white wailed as the angel was no longer and ‘twas a shame
But a thought in the back of my mind said “I am NOT done yet.” 

My senses don’t seem to come, but rather just change
My being doesn’t float up, but does come alive
My thoughts before seem vivid, clear, and strange
As I wonder, “Is this Heaven, Hell, or… just Life?” 

My answer for a reward is simply this:
To be able to dance in the light
To know truth, reality, sorrow, and bliss in full view
To be able to sleep through the night
And to know finality as an Angel alongside You
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