Shiploads of people keep disembarking,
typically looking a bit dazed at first.

Some of them may try to pray,
others might want to curse.

They stare back and forth at each other —
something’s familiar, but still hard to sort.

Then Locals show up to wheel them away
before the next group sails into port.

A few imagine they know what to expect:

streets of gold for the righteous and lawful,
while for the rest, 7 descending levels of awful.

They read their bible, were sure of the facts,
but they were wrong, it is nothing like that.

Those ideas and beliefs get left behind.

Nobody expects what they actually find —
to cut to the chase, we get our own mind.

Welcome to yourself, your own just reward.
If you think it’s unfair, take it up with the Lord!




About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s