I’ve always thought heaven
came at a price.
That heaven would only come
after bludgeoning
and fire.
I thought that all heaven comes
at the price of atonement
for sins yet to be committed.

And yet,
Here you are
before I can even raise my hand
to strike myself
Here you are.
Heaven I’ve never had to pay for.
Every day you come to me
arms open.
You request no penance
no fire
no bludgeoning.
You embrace me
and only ask
for my heaven in return.

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