Beyond the Door
Beyond the Door
When the Angel of Death arrived, I submitted to the passage
as he signaled me and lured me to his carriage.
Mighty black steeds pulled us. The trail became a tunnel;
I stared steadfast at the light, hoping energy to funnel.
Memories upset me and sharply I felt the pain
of each person I had harmed pursuing my own gain.
In this tunnel I revisited every moment I’d spent on Earth.
Flailing in self-imposed hell, I doubted my life's worth.
As we came ever closer to the eternal tunnel’s light,
my soul was overcome by a sense of great hope, not fright.
When the carriage stopped before a luminescent pearly door,
cautiously I disembarked onto a fluffy white floor.
It was then that peace engaged my heart and I heard their voices –
soft words of those who stood by me regardless of my choices.
Turning the knob, I entered the realm where those I’d loved lived on.
Although I’d been a sinner and believed the best times were gone,
I found that hope and forgiveness waited on the other side.
In my heart hymns of angels restored and amplified.
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