What part of Heaven are you in, dear friend?
Have you settled in your boyhood choir,
awash in holy water,
fragrant as musky incense?
Did you find that intention
counts for more than the deed?
Not in Hell, it doesn't seem to be.
You didn't mean to stray
from the hallowed course,
liberates and enslaves us all.
Maybe you followed my mystical path,
took my advice
and threw bits of your worth into the air,
knew that God was playing catch,
just waiting for that long toss home.
To be the dream within the stone,
a prospect yet to be,
a hope to be a facet,
still not polished to a gleam.
I think that you, like me,
will be pushed back
into the ebb and flow of things,
still on the edge of Heaven.
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