We interrupt our regularly scheduled blogs posts with this bulletin:
This just in:
From Field Agent DC (earlier today), I received a copy of this poem called:
I was shocked, confused and bewildered as I entered heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all, nor by the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in heaven who make me sputter and gasp,
The thieves, the liars, the sinners, the alcoholics, the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade who swiped my lunch money twice,
Next to him was my old neighbor who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, looking incredibly well.
I nudged the angel, “What’s the deal? I would love to hear your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here? God must’ve made a mistake.
And why’s everyone so quiet, so somber? Give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” said he. “They’re all in shock. No one thought they’d see you.”
See Matthew 21:31 for details….
As I say in the title of this post, I currently do not know the author of this poem. If a reader here can leave me a comment with verifiable evidence, I will be happy to edit this post and include that information.
Have a nice day, and may you be shocked.