I don’t know if they can hear
There is no sound
Without time I cannot comprehend
The space without walls has no beginning or end
I knock once again
A sign appears like a mystical illusion on the door
Written in Latin; cryptic and primitive
All my senses aware now; I translate
What can that mean? Heaven is closed
I ponder for a moment a future that has no timeline
Am I here or there? Can I leave this place or am I nowhere?
One of the long deep sighs where one exhales carbon dioxide and inhales the pain of a thousand years of suffering
Yet no pain as my organs have been left behind
No skin to pierce
No body to hold
Heaven is closed
I am left to wonder
Is it full; have to many sinned or is it not real
Faith has a weird way of adding a twist at the strangest times
Heaven is closed.
Is it temporary?
I’ll wait without even knowing it