Hell is….
Published in
Dec 5, 2022
He imagined them talking of angels
& the fumbled agencies of grace
but on the night of his departure
they instead prepared lists
for the coming wedding
not knowing their father would soon be dead.
But so it goes — I guess you could
imagine the old man wondering
why he concerned himself with things
out of character for a man who liked
engines & rarely shed a tear.
Yet there it is. Did He not promise
to turn each life between
two celestial fingers
sometimes firmly planted in the very roots
of human life — at others
absent as the dark cloaking everything?
In the end you learn hell
is not hot & heavy as you were told
but right here on Earth where
each soul is valued less than a penny
& cold tendrils of isolation are fully known.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
