Heaven's Gates... Poem by david lessard

What is man...but flesh and bone?
Here to reap, the things he's sown -
More than just the goods he owns,
For sins and slights, he must atone.

What is man...but body, soul and minds?
To answer to the univerese he finds-
He must break free from all his binds,
To navigate the paths that winds.

The road's uphill to many fools,
He must make use of all his tools-
Or else he'll see that someone rules,
In the rung above him, power fuels.

By himself, he's not a ruling master,
There's always someone bigger, faster-
But there's other fields that he can pasture,
and other walls that he can safely plaster.

Fields of joy, walls of love, that he can know,
God and all His glory, his peace can flow-
In heaven's gates, his weary heart can grow,
It's there that he can bask within its glow.