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Heaven ( 277 Views)

written by : botham

The gates of Heaven have never failed to impress the wide-eyed
newcomer in the land of God, but the old man the stood before St
Peter now looked decidedly destracted. He had a folded newspaper
under his arm, labelled with yesterday's date, and his old eyes were
staring intently at his wristwatch.

St Peter thought that some introduction was required. "Sir," he said,
"you must please sign the book and report to the 'Astral Allocation
Center' at once. I am St Peter, guardian of the gate."
"Hmmm...?" replied Oom Paul absently, "Oh yes. I'm not staying
long, no need for 'Allocation'."
"Sorry?" St Peter was almost shocked by Oom Paul's statement.
Heaven was not some one-stop station on the N1 south- you came
to stay. Who'd want to leave?

"I'm afraid you misunderstand," St Peter lifted his ages-old body to
explain. "You are in heaven. No one leaves. No one wants to."
"Oh...I won't go in. I just came to look around before I go back.
They're expecting me home soon, you see."

St Peter raised a dusty eyebrow and played with his bleached-white
beard. After a few seconds of deep thought, St Peter proclaimed in
the voices of all the prophets: "Do what you want. It's your afterlife."

After a little closer examination, Oom Paul had satisfied his curiousity.
He decided to go back the way he had come and find the elevator
back down to Level 1- The Mortal Plain.

He walked a while among the clouds and finally found the steel
doors. There may have been a stairway to Heaven, but there was an
express elevator back down to Earth, or even further, to the hellish
depths of the "Immortal Punishment" section. Oom Paul stepped
inside the the metal box and pushed the button marked 'G'. The doors
slid shut. The Journey Began.

Oom Paul awoke feeling very cold, the cause of which was not
immediately apparent through his solidly frozen eyebrows. Was this
cold table in this dark room really what he had left Heaven for?

No. Surely not. Oom Paul left the Autopsy table, then the room, and
the he left the world behind. The ascent was hard and long, but
now Oom Paul know why only one life was needed.

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Very good narative - but hardly poetry writen by Wally


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