Heaven's Gate Poem by Charles Karia

Keep still and hear my voice,
Listenlook and then write-
What you see in your mind's eye,
For you're at the gates of heaven,
And nothing is concealed here.

How I miss the saintly throng;
The faith building mega miracles,
My favourite spot under the fig tree,
The midnight watch in the chapel,
And the precious tea cup at dawn.

Then there is the regular face;
I have seen your face before?
Yeah bro I was here in April...
And my Goliaths are now dead...
I'm backwith a new machine gun...

Have you heard the blessed rumour?
That the apostle is around tonight
Finish your prophetic actions early;
Break rocks and shoot your arrows,
Then take your seat near the altar.

How I remember the funny moments;
Meticulous food search at the gate,
The cunning saint with ironed chapati,
Tucked into a big zipped NIV Bible,
Deep between Malachi and Matthew!

Its here saints unlock families,
And break ancient unknown curses
In mercy, covenants are honored,
Cursed be this Corona pestilence,
That now keeps that me away.