The gate

As I lay on the cold, grey cement floor

right in the middle of a big box store

I see so many people, standing around

hands over their mouth, some wearing frowns

searing pain now runs through my chest

as I try to move, I feel I'm at rest

now the pain, has at last subsided

I now see my self from overhead and I'm frightened

This can only mean one single thing

the angels are lifting me up with their wings

I feel so light, relaxed and at ease

hoping the heavenly Father is pleased

I smile and feel a little relief

I'm headed in the right direction at least

I now wish that I could of said my goodbyes

as I watch from above, my family all cry

Turns out they were right about the bright light

the big iron gate, the tunnel the flight

And there he stands as humble as pie

like a walmart greeter

St. Peter said hi....

I only asked, sir why am I here?

for I am not ready...does anyone care

St. peter smiled and said don't you know?

your heart he stopped working...he's getting old

he said to relax, young man be at ease

your are entering paradise, we think you'll be pleased

As I entered this new type of Eden

God took my hand, and started to lead me

say hello to your mother Michael

and your old friend that died on that cycle

your father, grandmother and uncle too

they have all been waiting for you.......

TO BE CONTINUED..........