The Language Spoken At The Gates Of Heaven Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Logic browses through billions of neurons
To retrieve the most logical piece of knowledge
To present to the heavenly guards
As they stand in awe of the sanctified abode of God
What is the language spoken at the gates of heaven?
Many of my fellow human beings will present their achievements
As a stamp to enter the gates of heaven
Some will identify themselves with gigantic fancy titles
Others will try to convince the guards to call God
While some will present gifts to the heavenly guards
Some will undress and show off the colour of their skin
The poor fellas will bow down and beg for mercy
And the deaf will put on a show of sign language
What is the language spoken at the gates of heaven?
It is not the earthly posture that is presented
Or the ethnic language that opens the gates of heaven
It is neither the refined accent nor the noble upbringing
That will give you access to the Most High
It is not the bag of tricks or the smooth talk
That will get the guards' attention
It is not the fancy titles or identities
It is neither the poverty-ridden face
Or the golden-rimmed glasses
That will speak for you
It is only the language of God that will give you permission
To enter the sacred abode
It is only Love that will get you through the gates of heaven
Because Love is the language, the guard, the entrance and the abode
God is Love
©Kenneth Maswabi