Heaven Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa

What is it like waiting in that sleep?
Too long,
Stressing,
Like a blink of an eye;

Who can make it after there?
Those without stain,
The chosen,
Believers;

Who shall welcome us?
Strong winds,
Cloud like people,
Or voices without faces

What would it be like then?
White,
Golden,
Or chocolate;

Surely we cannot know unless we get there
It’s your decision, Life or death,
There or not there,
Very simple to be so important