Into the light.

            There are two.  Which one?

The bright light.

            Both are bright.

The one with auras of blue and gold.
            Both are the same;
            I hear whispering in the light.

The blue and gold?
            No, the other;
            One sounds like my brother.

Go there then.
            Um, no, he was, uh, committed suicide
            And I don’t want him to see me.

Then the choice is clear:
Go into the other…… 

That’s about it, pastor.
I head him say, “Oh, no!”
And he was in the light.

© 2007 George E Thompson