Sunday, March 11, 2012
A Work in Progress
Yes, I am a work in progress.
Aren't we all?
And I may change through my love of you,
but not by your efforts.
Some have tried before,
and they have failed,
and so will you,
I know it.
I am a work in progress.
Heaven and Hell Are Neighbors
I walked down a street called “Now,”
it was a long street with only two houses.
At the other end of the street,
there was another sign,
and it said “This Moment.”
I guess this street has two names.
On the street there were only two houses
they both had names.
One was called heaven,
the other called hell.
It seemed strange to me.
Both were painted white with colorful trim,
and both seemed about the same size.
In both cases the front door was open
and little and a sign said,
“Welcome, walk right in.”
Between the two houses there was a low fence.
There was a sign on both sides of the fence that said,
“It all depends how you look at things.”
That low fence looked easy for most humans to step over.
I did notice that
the folks in heaven had long legs
and could easily step over that fence,
but the folks on the other side had short legs,
and it wasn’t so easy to step over the fence.
Both houses had pleasant sounding noises coming from them,
but the one with the longer name had a kind of
bright light flowing out through the doors and windows
like water from an overflowing cup.
But the other house,
the one with the short name,
had a dark liquid smoke
flowing out from the front door.
I guess heaven and hell are neighbors.