Director In The Sky Poem by Bryan Taplits

When one is at odds and maybe more-
Perplexed and asking why
Comes the answer being searched for-
From the Conductor in the sky.
A sign, a note, a megaphone-turn-
Your conscience is not calling you
A post it note that lays upon your heart
Awaiting a chance at review.
And so the crescendo- it comes to this,
Previewed, with appropriate ado,
A kinescope sketch as your life flows and ebbs:
God's Heavenly Revue.