Late Comprehension
I died with high hopes I would directly rise
fast upwards to heaven. But to my surprise
someone kept me waiting, don't know for how long.
Commandments all ten dutifully obeyed,
three times per day all my long life always prayed,
so I had considered myself good and wise.
A bright angel told me: "My child, you are wrong.
Self-righteousness we call the trap you stepped in."
He showed me my life, the scales fell from my eyes.
Being big-headed was clearly my sin.
First I disclaimed but then bitterly cried,
profusely apologised, let go my pride.
Late comprehension in front heaven's door,
rueful confession: "I should have loved more!"
He nod in agreement and after a while
he opened the door beckoning with a smile.
Copyright © Anton Bradinger | Year Posted 2022
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