by Anton Wills-Eve
well it’s a type of transformation!
My darling, how I should hate to miss my soul’s last flight on high,
To be taken to heaven on angel wings when God’s paradise is nigh.
Thus, when at length upon my deathbed, as some day I know I’ll lie,
I hope I shall be conscious, and well enough, to give him this reply
To his last important question, “Do you on my promises still rely?”
And finally say to him,“Yes my Lord,” in some loving way as I die.
However, should my God then say,“Come, enter my promised land!”
I will bring you with me, my darling love, and tightly hold your hand,
So I can explain this problem, while hoping in his mercy He’ll agree,
You too should enter paradise, my love, to be forever there with me.
“My God, some say she is not worthy to enjoy your eternal love as well,
As she has questioned your existence, and so must now be sent to hell.
Well, I am sorry, my Lord, I can’t join you, if you cast my loved one out,
You see, I must stay to care for her, while she’s punished for her doubt.”
Oh how I hope, in time, my unselfish love will help my loving God to see
The reason I was forced to wait for him, and also ask him to wait for me.
It was so that he could, one day, embrace us both, always – for ever more
Rejoicing, eventually, with both of us, as he opened wide Heaven’s door.
But if I did all this in vain, and to hell’s purgatory you yet were consigned
I’d still descend there with you, my love, lest you should lose your mind.
In that hell, my love, I’d still hold you close, to shield you from the flames
Until God took pity on your soul, and to heaven’s roll added on our names.
So now you must see, my darling, that my burning love for you’s so strong,
I would happily endure any purgatory for you, however short – however long.