Muddyshoes

Leave them at the door with whatever clings to your boots, walk in your clean socks Enter Heaven as whatever you imagine it to be without dread but in promise There is peace in passing, I know it to be so as there is comfort in love I’ve seen the shell of the soul evil or pure the beast is death, God in Salvation life are your wings opened or plucked in judgment scoff each to his own belief or just be dead in the end the world does not really care - as there is plenty of dirt and judgment there is comfort and love, I choose to believe in compassion, by the reflection of how man treats one another, I see..., not all of us give life the same value looking at the mud across the floor, I’ll ask Could a flower grow in it?