So I knocked on her pearly gate
For the King and I had a date
Some call it luck; I call it fate
That with the King I drank and ate
I’d readied myself to meet Him
Or so I thought, till I met Him
He was filled with light none could dim
He lit up smiles for none was grim
I heard this place is called Heaven
No other name could be given
For the streets on which are trodden
Are made of gold; yes, they’re golden
There’s a river that streams make glad
Here the lion plays with the lad
And being afraid, not one here had
Instead love was what all here had
The King took my hand and held me
As He showed me all the beauty
For it was filled with Majesty
From without to it’s tapestry
He patiently told me His tale
On how He came to my land and gave
His all so I could be whole and hale
His speech was of Truth and not fable
These and many more did He speak
It was as though He took a peak
Into my heart as all the words stuck
I was glad at the joy it brought
After everything, I stood up
Filled with joy, love, faith, peace and hope
For now I have known how to cope
And be steadied so I don’t flop
On my way back, though it was hard
I was taught not how to lose guard
But trust in all that I was told
And tell my own tales like a bard

© Chukwudi Isaac

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