A rose covered door behind me
shut quietly.
A gold lame carpet lay ahead.
I realized, then, I was so dead!
Angels in billowing gowns
of chiffon, of glowing cerulean,
lined my path.
Headed was I, for eternity bliss.
A fully gardenia laden door lay
in my path.
It opened a bit, I saw only the
top of God's glorious head.
No need had I to want to the rose
door return!
My future gloriously sparkled with
peace and brilliance, just a few soft
footsteps ahead.
September 27,2020
7: 15 pm PST
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