Life Poems

United States
August 25, 2006 2:02pm CST
I was shocked, confused, bewildered As I entered Heaven's door, Not by the beauty of it all, Nor the lights or its decor. But it was the folks in Heaven Who made me sputter and gasp-- The thieves, the liars, the sinners, The alcoholics, the trash. There stood the kid from seventh grade Who swiped my lunch money twice. Next to him was my old neighbor Who never said anything nice. Herb, who I always thought Was rotting away in hell, Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, Looking incredibly well. I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal? I would love to hear your take. How'd all these sinners get up here? God must've made a mistake. "And why's everyone so quiet, So somber? Give me a clue." "Hush, child," said He, "they're all in shock. No one thought they'd be seeing you." Judge NOT of others!
5 responses
• Indonesia
8 Jun 07
but when the children among you come of age, let them (also) ask for permission, as do those senior to them (in age): thus does Allah make clear His signs to you : for Allah is full of knowledge and wisdom. -light59
• Indonesia
6 Jan 07
hmmm.are you crazy?
• India
17 Dec 06
My People by Langston Hughes The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people
• Janesville, Wisconsin
13 Dec 06
Good Poem, Keep on writing. You are inspiring. - DNatureofDTrain
@doctorul (1063)
• Romania
30 Sep 06
I like feeling poems in such a way that most people dont understand! Unfortunately my brain's function is based on emotional inteligence and culture, which could be similar to yours! My language works without words and my poems were borning like fire every moment! I would like to be less sofisticated but this part of me ask my soul to do so! Nothing counts more than selfinsider at this moment! Do you think I could be out of normal order?