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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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