This Is It, This Must Be Poem by RIC BASTASA

in looking for the gates of heaven
i find myself in the room of hell

in looking for myself
i find nothing within me

i pass through all fires
heating and charring me but i know

the reason for all these
i know i had always been nothing but dust

charred, cold, and flat on the ground
i am and will always be dust

to the gates of heaven, i rise myself from dust
i am blown by the mercies of God's breaths

His grace his kind arms lifting me up
molded again to the shape of the angel

back to where i must be and must become
and then to his arms i am finally rested.