He died in a pool of disgust
after a lifetime of self-loathing
a life in which he had abused people
their trust, and even his own family's good name.

He had been a terrible person by his own reckoning
and he was filled with remorse -- but also self-pity.

It was thus that he found himself before his Maker
and he fully expected errors had been made in the direction
of his post-life travel arrangements.

His Maker looked at him and said,
"You are one sorry son,
and you've been a great disappointment."

"I", he spluttered.

"Interrupt me not, for I am not in the least finished.
You have stolen yet not hurt, you have hurt though not killed,
you have killed but only in the name of your country,
peace and negotiation and compromise seemingly beyond
the gift of human understanding."

he heard him say,
for he was far too afraid to look upon his countenance.

"You have cursed and been ungodly
but you have cared for your old neighbour.
You have drunk to excess and yet have always
got to and done a days work.

Heaven only knows how sometimes.

You have had fights in the streets
though you have indeed tried to reform.
You have never listened to My Word
when I could have helped you and
it surely pained me to see you struggle.
You are one mixed-up man."

He was agog as his sorry life was so
painfully listed before him, and
he was sorely afraid of his fate.

His Maker went on, "However,
you are basically a good man adrift.
somewhat confused and in a morass of self-doubt,
and I would not cast you down to my
Greater Disappointment below,
where you would surely not enjoy
-- a single moment.

Get yourself in here lest I change my mind.
Do not think that this is the end of it, for
you have much to redeem yourself for
and my rooms are many."

Without another word his Maker disappeared
and he was amidst a wondrous throng.
He felt completely enlightened and knew
he had been saved. His heart was so full
and he felt a goodness he'd never known.
He truly wished he could pass this feeling
on to those he had left behind and that
he could make up for his past wrong-doing.

"You will my boy," he heard. "You will."



©Joe Wilson - All that is... 2014