The Jury Poem by Kindred velarde

Though you did not live a life of glory, you lived it with you head held high.
Though you had no excitement, no hate and no calamity, you lived a life of love hope and abundance.

In your travel of miles from home you stand before judgment, to decide where you should go. As a decision is being made your mind may run a thousand thoughts, but only one remains. The thought that if in this life all you've done is good and you've decided everything up to now why the sudden change?

As a saint, you let out the words of someone still so pure, the words that changed the minds of the jury. 'No matter what's to be gods plan it's for himself to know, no matter how far down I go, I love him for giving me the chance, to live the life I have lived. No matter what anguish I receive I will forever know love, so take me wherever it may be.'