Taken to Task
Taken to Task
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Dare to take to task
an old man who simply asked,
the way to heaven's gate,
my name on the list, instate,
any position of humble care,
just as long as I am there,
I've tried my hardest to be,
an obedient servant of He,
and with end a' looming near,
I just need encouragement to steer,
a course in the right direction,
a wink for my resurrection,
to placate my morbid concerns,
the afterlife I have earned.
So please Sir, if you will...
don't question my small request,
I thought an angel would just know best,
my prayers unanswered by any other soul,
and so I ask you, perhaps that's your role,
so please don't fob me off,
like my question is something to scoff,
and give it to me straight,
am I going or don't I rate.
He looked back with furrowed brow,
and thought carefully to explain just how,
this question must be put to bed,
if for no more than his aching head,
and was I really serious,
the key to afterlife so mysterious,
then he looked down at me a smiled,
'a million bucks,' he said, with wry,
and as my jaw hit the floor,
he rubbed his chin, 'perhaps more',
'but you're an angel,' I replied,
'you can't charge me for my passage',
'surely goodness is what I've managed',
'You want the ticket NOW,'
then pay for it', he scowled.
I was dumbfounded, without a word,
the angel's offer quite absurd,
and then in a flurry of feathers he took flight,
and disappeared into night,
and I alone no wiser,
my audience with an angel, minor,
no sleep I got that night,
being punked outright by a white,
heaven no closer than my dreams,
and security not what it seems.
Perhaps I could have bargained?