Heaven’s Gate
by, Hugh A Tague
Atop this case, for me it waits;
beyond its arch, lie my fate.
You, and you alone debate,
my sins, and acts of faith.
Embracing love, denouncing hate,
praying deeds of good negate
my digressions and my mistakes.
Truly nothing can equate
to be free from such great weight.
Drifting with you throughout space,
the newest light, in your vast estate.
