Death came upon my door, knocking.
Oh, what a fine gentleman it is, to come upon my door,
knocking.
I greet it in as much joy as I greet my own father.
As it came in, my rocking chair stops rocking,
My clock halt mid-second, the radio half-note.
Silence stuffed my room, my lungs too.
I feel nothing but fear and anxiety.
My whole body is stoned in place yet
is shaking so vigorously, the walls might crumble.
Death stared into my eyes and the only thing that
came out of my throat is a question:
"Heaven or hell?"
Death answered: "It's not my place to decide."
"Who does?"
"The One Who when I meet Him, my place is like yours and mine, His."
YOU ARE READING
Of Heaven and Hell
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems that orbits around the subject of heaven and hell. The home of comfort and the house of the devils. You may be triggered, you may find peace. You may be called out for or you'll find new wisdom in this treasury. Have fu...
