Do Not Disturb

So the big question must be asked, what in heavens name, is heaven, I’m taking about the eternal afterlife, where worthy spirits are said to reside, For this individual, impossible to comprehend, Maybe as a concept, it’s different for you, Will one size fit all, what way does it work, Is heaven bespoke to fit individual needs, Do not disturb I’m not trying to tempt one’s faith, except my own, It’s your heaven, your belief, mine’s already sewn, The paths we take as individuals, are ours alone, Can every move we ever make, already be known, Some say life itself decides, if we make the cut, Others sleepwalk through existence, eyes wide shut, Most people seem decent, til out pops some nut, Oh was a lovely person, now they turn our guts, What’s the criteria, when we come to be judged, Hardworking, helpful, kind hearted, good enough, Someone spreading gods word, but not off the cuff, One standing up to bullies, never tempted by lust, Just obey gods commandments, simple as that, Come on! I can pick them apart, two seconds flat, Life is punishing, impossible, difficult, abstract, This child in my arms, needs food, not thou shalt! For the love of god, how’s heaven black or white, If no wriggle room, I’m already banned outright, Repent and be saved, everything will be alright, I’ve tried so very hard, to make sense of this rite, Worthiness, persistence, obstinacy, blind faith, Dogma, belief, religions, are found in every race, Which one is true, or does it matter in any case, Can we only be judged, by a certain gods grace, The pressing question remains, what is heaven like, Answer’s simple, but first must switch off the lights, You still can’t see, don’t worry, might happen tonight, A dream so good you never wake, oh yes just right! By David Kavanagh.