Heaven's Gates

Heaven’s Gates

Heaven’s Gates are calmly closing

Michelangelo’s hand is slowly decomposing

The Guardian Angels turn inward towards eternity

The Fallen Ones stand mired at the footsteps of posterity

Today God’s gifts are but scraps at the end of the day

Avarice’s comforts have negated our need to pray

The Devil’s possessions relax our daily amens

Depravity’s taps have drained our spiritual fountains

The gift of human life is like none other

Pasted flesh adorns our life long cover

The brain encapsulated by a protectionist bone

The silver cord awaiting resurrection to a place unknown

Let not today be your eternal crypt

For in everlasting’s majesty there is no manuscript

Seek the wisdom that is beyond your time

For the gift of life is an eternal rhyme

Thank you,
Joseph Pede