A Poem by Kyle

I couldn't think of a name for this poem, so that has to be the name for the blog entry.

The breeze of righteousness,
The wind of Truth,
carries me to heaven, and
now I am back.
The Gates of Glory,
Made of heaven's finest gold,
And the archangels, they guard the Gate
From Sadness and Grief
From Lies and Greed,
I had gone on a ship,
leading to heaven,
Sailing on the seas of the Afterlife,
A language of love
Is spoken in heaven,
And angels are carrying
Prayers on their backs, and leaving God
To answer them, he sends them back to Heaven's
United Postal Service,
And love balloons are sent from Earth,
I could go on and on about this magnificent place,
But for now, let me rest,
For I have the journey of life ahead of me!

That is the poem that I wrote. I was thinking about John Milton's book, "Paradise Lost," when I wrote it. But I also thought of what I thought of heaven. A poet, you see, always expresses his thoughts and feelings, you know!