Heaven’s Gates Poem by Angelina Pandian

One night I dreamt, I was called upon
To wait and assist St. Peter one day
At Heaven’s Pearly Gates – Wow!
An opportunity so rare more precious
I got up early brushed my teeth and hair
Dusted the extra wings I borrowed
From a soprano from the angelic choir
My edges dusted with golden dust
Gathered from the early morning Sun’s rays
I stood straight and prim and proper
Ready before my time by the gate
And Peter arrived looking at me he asked
Are you expecting any celebrity or royalty?
I replied, Sir, Saint I am new today
But if some pious sage or dignitary came by
I do not want to be see looking shabby,
Petra then gave a laugh, a pat on my back
‘Sweet boy’, he said that’s all. The queue
It looked too long and winding, catching my eye
St. Peter said Monday morning blues
We do not work on Sabbath you know!
As each one came to the gate he called out their name
Simon, painter, husband of two maids
Father of children many, ‘Sorry, no entry for thee’
Sarah, ‘sister, wife and mother you were
But, to your daughter-in-law a nightmare
How can we disturb the peace in this land?
Sorry we have to keep you out of here ‘
Many names he rattled from morn till noon
Diane, Dalton, Ruby, Robin, Fred and Fiona too
Each had a treasured possession, a trait
Envy, slander, jealousy, covetousness
Anger smoldering inside for years
Stubbornness, stiff necks, intolerance
Were all counted as sin – All these
Seemingly small sins Peter said,
Are the reason for a thousand unknown
Silent deaths, the poison that is spread
More dangerous than a unpremeditated crime
Then slowly, I saw a lady come up the line
Covering her face in fear or in shame
When she came near the gate and put off her veil
A murmur arose, half the crowd shouted
‘Cast her off, how dare she stand with us
How dare she dream to enter here? ’
But, solid Peter he arose and smiled
‘How now, Sister Rose you are late, I’ve been
Waiting since morn for you.’ He said
Your nightly tears, handcuffing circumstances
Have all been turned into a crown of pearl
And a harp for you to join the choir!
Next came a person a righteous one
‘Self righteous’, corrected the Holder of the Keys
“How many did you condemn and drive
Further into pain, desolation and sin
Without showing them the light, the way
Or giving them hope of Life, how many
You sent away? A Day’s Pass to walk inside
I give, so when you are sent out it’ll be your Hell
When you realize what you have missed
Just because you made others sin! ” to him he said.
To each in his self same scale, measured out
Peter, each ones worth to enter or naught
A dawn like understanding spread over me
And I awoke it still was night, but, to me
It was enlightenment’s morn, a dream it seemed
But, it was I realize a guide for me to lead a new life!