You won’t agree with me, my love.
But we all enter heaven
On our own terms.
Some by the sweat on our brows.
Some on the whimper of our victim hood.
Some, following the stars in their eyes.
Some through ignorance
And those who are simply lost.
Beyond this dance we go…
There is no “chance meeting” with
The Father, my love
We will return,
as expected,
exactly as scheduled
Because it is where we belong.
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