The Agony and the Ecstacy

It's Morning, Jesus
You are the God of the Mountain Top
You are the Sovereign One who reigns in the Valley
The concrete doors to the heavenly places
Look like cemeteries to us
We etch the names of our loved ones
In stone portals.
We sometimes stand among
the fallen doors we can neither open nor lift
Because they mark the path back to you
And declare to us that we cannot enter Heaven as we are.

So we number our days and count our blessings
But count as most blessed those who have already passed through
from us to you.

Amen