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| Photo by Molly I Promise To Be As Kind As I Can With Your Heart |
I spoke to a person
who is convinced their
deceased brother
is in hell
simply because of
who they love
I told them that
if hell is real
I don't think
it is a destination
I believe hell is a campsite
that gets formed in the hearts
of people who judge others
for living a life that they refuse
to try and understand
those who condemn
others to damnation
are the city managers of
hell on Earth
my love,
let us build a heaven
in the space that exists
between my life and yours
let us create an endless garden
paradise where every single
exotic flower is honored
let us form a community of
angels who don't try to
polish each other's halos
we only have
so many heartbeats
left inside of us
to waste a single one
on deciding who gets
to grow like a sunflower
under the light of the hereafter
who knows what happens
to us when our bodies release
our souls like birthday party balloons?
why spend an ounce of energy
on deciding who gets to go to heaven
when we can spend our lives
building it here on Earth
with the bricks of how we
treat each other?
until I hear the harps
and see the golden gates
I'm going to consider this
world the Promised Land
and I promise to be as kind
as I can be with your heart
while we are here together
— John Roedel
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