There’s a doorway to heaven in the fast food place down the road.
You can taste ambrosia in the burgers
And nectar in the sodas
The workers deny it, but we all know it’s there.
A kid at my school went through that door and never came out again.
There’s a doorway to heaven in my mom’s closet.
If you moved the coats aside just right you can brush your fingers along a feathered wing
Or a bright burning halo.
My sister never believed me, but I knew it was there.
Our brother hid there during a game of hide and seek and we never found him again.
There’s a doorway to heaven in the old car lot.
If you open the door of the blue toyota just right you can glimpse the prismatic waters
And ever growing gardens.
Grandpa told me about this one.
He said it’s the one that daddy wandered through.
There’s a doorway to heaven in the old oak tree behind the school
You can hear trumpets in the sway of the leaves
And the heavenly singing in the fall of acorns one by one every autumn.
I know because I’ve been there.
I went there a long time ago.