‘Ladder to the Pearly Gate’

He climbed the long ladders to the Pearly gate but there was a long snakey queue so he had to wait... an angel flew from the front of the line with her white feathered wings & her halo devine

She spoke with such softness her voice was so sweet as she stood right infront of him with little bare feet... “Fear not my new angel let me lead you by the hand.. to a refuge of harmony, our ‘Paradise island’

He did not feel uncomfortable nor did he feel fear tho where he was going to was a trifle unclear
Yet he knew this was Afterlife, he remembered his demise as in a blink of an eye his spirit rose to the skies

Greatfully gratified he waited in the queue as he watched this procedure he knew what he had to do...each figure infront of him was fitted with fine wings, pleasing...sensational... phenomenal things

Now it was his turn to wear his white wings as the choir of Archangels plucked golden harp strings, he had never felt so much awe-inspiring adoration... certainly not thru his living duration

His life on Earth had been rich & fulfilled but alas his time ended when he was tragically killed...yet strangely tho it seems he felt immediately great as he climbed the ‘Ladder to the Pearly Gate’