At birth I enter the cell
Heaven and Hell
Here on Earth, it’s hard to tell
Heaven and Hell
The reading from the Holy Pell
Heaven and Hell
A highway or a stairwell
Heaven and Hell
Milton and Dante, do tell
Heaven and Hell
Screwtape’s nephew learns well
Heaven and Hell
A king and the witch’s spell
Heaven and Hell
Emotions a hurricane swell
Heaven and Hell
A voice left in quell
Heaven and Hell
Watch out for Luther’s inkwell
Heaven and Hell
Past the shadow and death’s dell
Heaven and Hell
The bell’s knell
Heaven and Hell
The 13th pealing as well
Heaven and Hell
Resolution:
Covered by a pall
And that’s all
A death and pangs on Earth
And then eternal birth
(“Beyond the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
I imagine the book of life
Is written in clear distinct font
While the book of death
Is indistinct, written in smeared scribbles
About people whose lives were equally ambiguous.
Heaven thus is without a doubt
While Hell is the place
With room for all the rest.
(11/29/25)
Author Dana Redricks
June 28, 2025
Heaven and hell is real—
not just a tale or a preacher’s zeal. Beyond the veil of flesh and bone,
eternal truths are etched in stone.
Jesus bore the nails, the shame, on Calvary’s cross, He took our blame. With love so fierce, He broke the chain, to lift us up from sin and pain.
We walk a road with twist and turns, where hearts decide, and conscience learns.or toward hell.
This life is fleeting, a vapor, a sigh, yet choices echo when we die. Grace is offered, free and wide, but we must choose where we’ll abide.
Heaven: a place where joy won't cease, where love resides and souls find peace. Hell: the place of fire that never sleeps, where sorrow wails and darkness weeps.
So hear this truth, both stern and kind: redemption's gift is yours to find. The gates of glory open wide, if Christ alone is where you hide.
Heaven and hell—is real, is near, and now’s the time to see it clear. Choose life, choose light, choose love’s great deal—for Heaven and Hell is real.
Copyright © Dana Redricks 2025. All Rights Reserved
A single thought runs through my head,
As I wonder what went wrong,
My friends must think I’m dead,
They haven’t heard from me in so long.
I tried to walk, but I fell,
The road to heaven goes through miles of hell.
How far from earth are heaven and hell?
And which way do you go to get there, pray tell?
Did God create a GPS for the soul?
Or did he give little devils or angels the role
to escort you to the place where for eternity you'll dwell?
It was so hot, my nose melted off my face.
It was so hot, my blistered feet got fused in place.
It was so hot because of an infernal fire
that God eternally stoked to fulfill his desire
to flash fry those who'd refused to be in a state of grace.
If not for this fence, there'd be no shade,
and we'd be burning up watching this hellscape parade
of hellhounds and lizards ~
and three-headed wizards ~
and griffins with gross gizzards ~
making the little kiddies afraid.
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty.
We make all our heavens and hells.
This edge of possibility, where we search
uncharted interstellar dimensions,
the wormholes and blackholes
beyond our comprehension.
Intelligent maker of such things,
If it is evident anywhere,
then, we are surely too small to know.
Does it drift through space like
an unmoored ghostship or
is it the confluence of
universal consciousness,
the essence of intention?
Is this universe alone, or
just a branch of many on a tree?
Are we here by blueprint or
merely coincidental?
Are we a rough draft, or
Are we an objective?
It is hidden in the rain,
hidden in the particles of pebbles.
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are actualities in stupefaction on ambiguities.
We fill our voids with heavens and hells.
Yes, we are tireless seekers
poised on the precipice of the unknowable.
Highs and lows
no Goldilocks zone
Supine, prone
Window open, closed
Too warm, a tad cold
Lows, more highs
trepidation,
Top on, top off
Wow aroused
what the hell!
I’ve just been there,
back in heaven
not for long, it’s gone
so is my pillow
Awake! oh for the love of…
what a night
Stupid late Pizza!
By
David Kavanagh
They went to dwell in heavens
Yet,turned them into hells.
And souls fly far,
In search of heavens.
Heaven
Peaceful, White
Relaxing, Calming, Resting
God, Angels, Demons, Devil
Jumping, Scratching, Turning
Crimson, Turbulent
Hell
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
white dresses for peace
cute bras and panties in black
Zion and pit cruce
heaven
angelic, glorious,
rejoicing, ascending, lifting
empyrean, blissful, hades, netherworld
condemning, descending, flaming
damned, miserable
hell
Date created: 05/24/2021
Burning hearts
Brought forth from the blooms of spring
It comes in no singular form
Only under the indefinite term
One comes to know it by
February is when the plantling appears
March is the season of new love
Nay
New hope
Passion coursing through our venation
Mutual equivalent exchange
Nay
The exchange of energy
That only creates more energy
To be bestowed upon us
The moon rays shining down
Upon your broad back
Where wings are trying to be put forth
On your path to greatness
The path to eternal bliss
Only on the bridge
Almost there
It’s been building up
To triumph
I’ve always been on the edge
Living on the edge of heaven and hell
But that’s the bridge of life
The longass path on embarks to take
There are times I fall
But I choose to
Fall
And it’s so beautiful
The thrilling rush
The tantalizing view
In this short little span of an era
The inevitable end that flips the page
To the new chapter
Revealing my new transformation
Under the silky pink ribbons
Wrapped around my torso
The moon knows
I’m on the brink of greatness
Long lilac grace
brave bold embrace
familiar dread face
I know.
Serene soft kiss
feeling fine bliss
tame lorn tenderness
I think.
Holding hot chance
calming close glance
daunting vague dance
I know.
Weary worn eyes
divulge dead whys
long imagined lies
I think.
Trite terse dream
languid love’s theme
sad imagined scheme
I know.
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One day I am in heaven with contentment
The sun everywhere warming me up
Daffodils follow me through the yard
Giggling as they make friends with the violets
Then something happens
I stub my toe, I break a finger,
A grizzly bear eats my arm off.
Bam. I am in hell, angry, sorrowful, keening and wailing.
I have found your arm! My mother says.
I do not believe it. Determined to stay in hell.
Yes, this is how fast my mood shifts.
Monday great, Tuesday completely unbearable.
Wednesday morning terrific, Wednesday afternoon suicidal.
It is the curse of the empath, and I am keenly aware.
Brutally keenly aware.
Surely you can change that, someone says.
Someone with no sensitivity in their entire body.
Someone I hate more today than I ever loved them yesterday.
Yes, it is that fast.
with you next to me
death doesn't scare me
you are a goddess
who makes me feel immortal
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