Cloudy Visions
Updated: Feb 20, 2021
By, Wendiann Alfieri
Some of us get to say goodbye
Some live and they know why
But when you won’t
Learn what you don’t
Unrest is waiting in your bones
As your body is beneath you
You float when you need to
But once you’re on your own
There’s gotta be a place
That’s beautiful and bright and safe
But only those who pass through can reach
Because they knew how tall they needed to be
And they had a clean end
It was a long time comin
But the ones who pass
So suddenly
They enter heaven last
When she passed she didn’t know
What the circumstances were
Why she was in front of a building
And no heart was beating
A figure came out and gave her a packet
Of forms she needed to fill out
And lines shed have to wait
She knows she’s dead
But she has to meet
With an emotional feat
She’s got to be told
What her purpose was
What meaning of her life was
Before fitting in heavens mold
She sits in a seat
With other confused messed up souls
Also had no heartbeat
But it is like they all were just holding their breaths
And maybe if they pass on
To a higher place
They can let out a breath
Among bright open space
She waits for her number as the beings at the consultation desks call up others
Just like her
Finally her turn comes
They bellow out her name
She goes to the desk
And wants to know
How why what is next
But the holy female being is reviewing a file
And the just passed on soul has questions
And she sits and waits
And she waits and sits
Till the woman says now it’s time to explain her fate
The woman says
“ your purpose is in this envelope. Open it and you shall see
Why you were on earth
And what you were meant to be”
She looks and she opens up the envelope which a bright heavenly light shines from.
She’s ecstatic
Does this mean heaven?
But the female holy being
She saw the humans souls excitement
And corrects her misunderstanding
“Oh I’m sorry that light always shines when those are opened”
And the soul who had passed on she took out a single sheet of paper
And began to read
What was her filled destiny
She looks at the paper
And is confused
And looks to the holy female being
The holy being says “ sorry about that looks like this means you will be living in sub heaven
Where you have your own cloud to live on with freedom
But in sub heaven
God is the landlord
So your job will be to polish angels wings
And you’ll fit right in
Go to your assigned cloud and get some sleep