I’m standing at the pearly gate,
There’s a line, but I don’t mind the wait.
I turn around, and try to sneak out,
But notice the beauty, take a circuitous route.
A lounge made of clouds fits just right,
Bouncy and fluffy, made with air, so they’re light.
We’ve been given the greatest breakroom,
Plants and flowers, are all in full bloom.
The garden stretches on for miles,
Walk right through, you’ll only see smiles.
My favorite room is a dessert dream,
All kinds of goodies, some even with cream!
Cream puffs, cookies, and cakes galore,
So many foods, I simply adore.
A petting room to assuage your fears,
Puppies, kittens and bunnies bring cheers.
I notice that people are still joining the line,
But my heart is not ready, can I decline?
Then I feel peace, it knows me by name,
Leaving now would feel like a shame.
Since the “breakroom” is really this great,
I can only guess what’s on the other side of that gate.
I get back in line, with an easy mind I stay,
Understanding now, this is really the way.
The light shining bright as it welcomes us near,
While past worries disappear, along with the fear.
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