Poem of Separation

I stand before a hollowed ground.

All the air around me is pure and golden, devoid of all sin and regret.
In front of me, is a large gateway, glowing with life.
This doorway ahead of me is made of solid lead.
I cannot see what lies on the other side of it.

There are two pillars on each end of The Gate.
The pillar on the left is made of pure diamond,
Decorated with thousands of tiny scratches.
The right pillar is made of tin, painted with a thin coat of gold.
There are a few marks on it, scratches tearing off the false gold.

The diamond glows a magnificent light,
And the false gold glows an ominous black.

In each and every person, The Gate waits to be opened.
The gold is forever happy living in denial,
Fleeting moments, pety arguments, and little achievements.
Yet I chose the Diamond, instead of the easier side of life.
Why did I chose the more difficult of virtues.
Why was my life pre-destined to end here?

The Gate opens.

Warm and tender hands run down my body, I am loved.
I know not what lies on the other side of the gateway,
But my marks of diamond outweigh my marks of gold.
My hard work and effort have allowed me to scratch the diamond of my gateway.
Rather than lazily taking the facade of gold, I have used my strife to find peace.

I will be remembered, my words of wisdom will be treasured by the world.

Whatever lie on the other side of the gate,
Heaven, Eternal Rest, and Light,
Or nothing at all,
I am finally at peace.

There is a flash of gold from within, as I walk into the light.

The Gate closes.