Our Heavenly Bid Poem by Tony Adah

Today like yesterday
We wait expectantly for heaven
Still the nearest route is the fearsome grave
That which leads the opposite direction
Is what we do and expect to reap an iota
Of good even on this earth
Our deeds awkward as they are
Least can intercede for us
We daily sing and clap our hands
In hymns that edify the world
And make hollow our heavenly bid
We die one by one or collectively by war
Or epidemic but no one returns
To say how sweet it was in that place.