A heavenly blog

I write this from heaven

Where I hoped I’d be

After a lifetime on earth

Of  fifty years  plus  seven.

Nice Place, yea, it’s nice

Comfy and cozy,

Cloudy and dozy,

And even the mice are nice.

Do I deserve this O Lord

After the life I’ve lived?

In your paradise I was lost

And in paradise I’m found

Its penance I warrant

Not your love, so profound.

Perhaps I was lucky,

Perhaps I was right,

For my deeds of the night

Didn’t drag me underground.

When t’was time to die,

And I wondered why…

The thoughts they,

they began to flow…

I had so much to offer

My family and its coffer

And that sadly was  

my biggest lie….

Hell began to grow.

My time was up,

 It was time to go

Where, I honestly didn’t know

I’d said my prayers, 

the answer was no,

Just one more day,

Just one more night

Before you decide O Lord

Whether  its left  or right.

Now I remember

The day I died.

Suffering for long,

 I had cried.

They stood beside me,

My family, with their eyes,

Shining  bright  

yet  rubbed  so dry,

as  from me,

 they turned away

Looked out  the window

And  sighed.

They were brave and assuring

And Loving and comforting

But it was late in the night

When in the wind I heard

Their whisper to themselves

I hope, He will make things right.

But Inside they knew, as did I

That nothing, but nothing would

Allow me to survive.

I felt the pain,

the physical strain

That I had fought and I’d fought,

And when I couldn’t

It was then that I lost,

My temper, my love, and my thought

And with it,

The will to bear,

Another needle,

another knife.

It was then and only then,

That the bliss of death

Beckoned me from life.

I went back in time, in life

To when  I was whole

And remembered with fondness

My family

and my suffering wife.

Their smiles, their laughter

At my wicked humor , and tears

With my pain and strife.

Their love, I knew

Was for the ever after.

There were times I cursed them

Their negative role

Telling me off, telling me so

But at the end,

I was right, despite being wrong.

For I knew best, and I was strong.

Now hurt and older, I became the wiser,

Sensitive to criticism, and sensitive to love

I went along,

The hawk,  a dove.

In heaven now

Its time for my rest,

Restored in full

From toe to breast,

Thank you wife  

 thank you life

and thank you Lord

For this divine nest.

Nice Place, yea, it’s nice

Comfy and cozy,

Cloudy and dozy,

And even the mice are nice.