b is for The Good People [part of the lord series]

I thought…

“What is the point anymore; pounding on Heaven’s door?”

When it opens wide

You don’t walk inside

Afraid of what’s in store

“You’re not dressed properly!”

Is that what Heaven said? No

That’s what the people behind me say, emphatically

“You’re not wearing shoes.”

But who are you to deny me my right to sleep in golden light?

But it’s all for naught

The words of humans damaged more than I first thought.

Yes, I possess no shoes

But calloused feet tread paths the good people know little of

And denim is more resilient than white robes

Trapping dust

Not that dark fabrics are any better in the presence of The Master

… But I’m here

Unless he says differently

Yet these people look on queerly

All eyes rise at this strange lord

Whose presence distracts them from their TRUE Lord

Funny, I never expected this in Heaven

But what can you expect when it’s teeming with humans

©tracy j h

09:07:2013

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