At Heaven’s Gate

They turned me back.

Apparently my soul was not worthy enough

To tread their holy ground.

I held my hand out to their god

And waited for his blessings

But he looked through me

As if I were glass.

So I drifted away,

Damningly transparent,

And found myself

Passing once more through gates

And under marble arches

Back into the purgatory

They had crafted for others like me.

Because I did not sit inside

Their stuffy churches

And sing their hymns.

I gave their god glory

In my own heart

Instead of kneeling for him

At an alter.

But I had loved immensely and

Found beauty in others

And written poetry,

Hadn’t I?

But that was nothing to them.

Because I had gone out

And lived their sermons

Instead of saying them.

I stopped before pitching myself

Into the darkness and thought,

Was I to accept the

Wrongful fate they had given me?


So I went to find my own gods,

In the forests

And the glassy rivers

That were as see-through

As I.


4 thoughts on “At Heaven’s Gate

    1. Thank you. And no, no negative experiences exactly… I’m actually a very spiritual person who just doesn’t like to be tied to organized religion. I am often criticized for my way of thinking, and this poem is a response to that. I appreciate you asking!

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