heaven

my vision slowly faded into an
overwhelming white
glow.
at the gates of heaven,
only the weak survive.
and i was never ready to die
ever.
God was standing in front of me
he was dressed in army garb
that had very obviously never been
through much.
he quickly apologized for everything -
i smiled and he looked relieved.
he said he
never meant it to
be like
how it is
and there was nothing he could do about it.
he said he's not as
big as people made him (out to be)
and that he's actually
a decent guy
who is just a little lonely
and never got the right attention
for what he actually was.

I looked up very
quickly, with youthful curiosity, and
I asked him what he
actually was.

There was a slight, awkward pause
and we both had a pretty hardy
laugh.


The question of what to ask of
him, is a pretty vastly addressed
inquiry, but i stumbled
out ever so
humanly:

"uh, God? Lord? Jesus?
what's the...

most repeated
sentence
in the universe?"

he sighed through his nose
and looked at me very gravely.
his mouth opened loosely and he timidly
directed his vision to the ground,
"are you oka—"
he cut me
off:



"I love you.




"I love you
is the most repeated sentence
in the universe,
my
son."

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