The Country Lane

The countryside in heaven you found by your compass,
but was too narrow for opulent souls to simply pass;
you had to make allowances, return where it was wider,
the information was given to you by a cherubic insider.

You will not pass without  compassion for others,
would not fulfill Earthly life without being lovers,
the trees may part for you if they're shown respect,
but without deference, you may be a squashed insect.

You will not pass making obstructions sharp edged,
not making admissions that you had been privileged;
heaven was generous to ensure travel was magical,
you would be denied entry passing thro' eye of needle.

You lost all of your indiscretions on a country day,
made to realize that the former things had passed away.