I wrote this when I was about 12.
Although I'm no longer a Christian, the poem still means a lot to me.
Accepted
(1997)
Baby angels cry happily, dancing.
Glorious phosphoresence of lights,
Innocent songs of a cherub, chanting,
Of everlasting days and beautiful nights.
Running now over a clouded walkway
Of pure diamonds and silver,
Trumpets sound with lights; a display,
All the gods and goddesses together.
He pulls me forward as a child,
Through unveiling patterns of confusion,
Doubt is removed through a wild,
Removal of all the human mind's pollution
As he closes my eyes to prevent me from seeing
I am free from pain and suffering forever
No more in a state of physical being
As, into heaven, I enter.
