Heaven Bound

When I told you I didn’t need you I meant it. When I told you that I hated you with every ounce of my being I felt it wholeheartedly. With trustworthy evidence enunciated in my tear stricken eyes, when all the cells and all the chromosomes in my body were counting the various forms of betrayal. And when you looked at me with all recounts of sin and tell tale signs of remorse I felt that ill feeling intensify. I found God that day because when the devil was lying at my feet, I saw swirls of gold and flashes of red with the universal oracle paved in front of me, recollections of impurity and revelations of morals bonded to me. And when even the devil begged I had to forgive because if I didn’t my life would be a pinnacle of mockery, a shameful ordeal. And just as the hate infiltrated my bloodstream and disintegrated the calcium that held together my bones, the feathery touch of an angel rejoiced me to solemn understanding and to God’s hand. When all was done and dusted and my greatest mistake coveted to his knees while his head lulled to the ground. I stood there watching, knowing that I in fact was heaven bound.