Judgemental Gates

I often thought of the heaven gates

that they would be cruel, like sharp blades.

I dreamt of a ladder and a mountain path

that would lead me to an account of my life.

The entrance was there – a silent, murky fence.

The trial was looming in fog and reverence.

I met God’s servants along my way.

Yet – no books, no balance, no pretense.

Karet – the old man whispered, weaponless.

He banished my soul, on my judgment day.

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