The Door To Heaven

The Door To Heaven.

The morning wakes eternal
bright and fair
a world that is far from home
traveling alone
way over on the other side
the sky so blue
heaven waiting patiently
open the door
the child dead on arrival
born again
by the mercy of God.

I wake the dream seeing
my child dying
lying in a coma in hospital
where are you
my Savior to save my child
so innocent
pale his face not seeing me
crying hysterically
falling down to pray loudly
Jesus weeping
healing Darryl in his arms.

No need for me to cry again
comforting my girls
twins staring up at the stars
twinkling now
the color of Darryl’s eyes
a vivid blue
like his mother who left him
for her lover
far away unable to find her
too late now
to see her Darryl in heaven.

Angel hands to pray a prayer
for the orphans
I weep for the children now
why not me
to die so I can live again
without fear
to be a baby in Jesus arms
smiling at me
pierced to bleed on the cross
to rise again
his salvation for me to believe.

The need to weep no more
for summers gone
a wife her hand cold to hold
lying in words
her baby was a child by me
when I was away
to be told on the telephone
by a nurse
the child dying in hospital.
What will I pray?
God the father is on his way.