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Written for Lexi's Poetry Challenge with her Title Prompt and my imagination |
NO RESERVATIONS Since I am getting older now I've thought about my demise; I tried to make a reservation and I was in for a surprise! "There are no reservations here" St. Peter told me with a smile, "to get to Heaven you must live a really productive life style." "It is written that your days on Earth are numbered, you see. When He is ready He will call you, it's just not up to you or me!" I hung my head in sadness then but only for just a little while, for sunlight shone oustide and all I could do was - SMILE! No need for reservations there! The gates someday will open wide and He will have a room for me; Yes, He will welcome me inside. Countrymom 9/22/05 |