The Door (S)

I walked the path to Heaven
It took me to a door
I was disappointed
I expected so much more

Where were the Golden Gates
And the path of gold
All I saw was rotted wood
And plating very old

I heard no Angelic Chorus
Not even a note or two
St. Peter wasn't waiting
To check this soul through

I knelt upon sacred ground
And then I asked why
I heard no one answer
And I began to cry

Suddenly I felt a hand upon me
And turned to see who
Saw me weep upon this path
At this holy miscue

Eyes of old, white of beard
Eighties if a day.
This old man was talking
I heard what he had to say

"Why do you cry dear soul
Upon this holy ground?
Why bring such sorrow
To let your tears unbound?"

I told him of my story
My walking of this trail
Filled with love for Jesus
A love without fail

I told him of my family
Killed by a drunken bum
I told him of my failings
But faith not undone

Tribulations mastered
Trials passed review
Faith ever tested
All by Satan's crew

Now I stood before Heaven
Eternal life awaits
Instead my path ended
'Fore a rotted wooden gate

The old man's head then nodded
Then he knelt before me
He said, "Faith is rewarded
But not by what you see."

He then took a key ring
He walked to the door
Stuck a key into the wood
Said, "Let your spirit soar!"

And when the door swung open
I heard the Angels sing
"Halleluiha Chorus" and
"Let your soul take wing"

It was then the old man turned to me
He invited me to pass
And become one of the many
Partake in Holy Mass

I saw that it was Jesus
The keeper of the key
He was there waiting
Jesus greeted me

And so with a holy heart
I end this tale of lore
My rewards were always there
Behind a rotted door