Moments Following Death
I observe from my place at heavens gate,
by Thomas Vaudin
What fools be the petty mortals below,
Fussing about trivial matters,
Of which heavenly have no consequences.
I sit outside the final gateway,
Watching the days of my life fall apart like pages of an old book,
The rest of my life seems to hang in a balance,
A balance that lately has not been in my favour.
For my whole life religion I be so blind,
Turned my back when people needed me most,
I was too self-absorbed in my own majesty,
To notice the world was passing me by.
Now I stand to meet my maker,
The Majesty, the Messiah, the holy hand guiding our lives,
Will he be kind, will he be cruel,
Soon I will find out when finally I see with my own eyes the almighty force behind you and me.