"The Judgment" - A Poem

At the gate of heaven he was approached by angels,
seven of them, with large wings that flapped slowly
and created a thick, warm wind.
He stretched his neck,
looking up at golden bars which rose as high as he could see.
Clouds and a golden spray of light covered everything.

An angel asked the others, “And what of this one?”
“Yes,” they responded, “he is to be judged now.”
“And did he lie?” the first angel asked.
“Yes,” they responded, “he lied.”
“And did he steal?” the first angel asked.
“Yes,” they responded, “he stole.”
“And did he cheat, and swear, and hate?” the first angel asked.
“Yes,” they responded, “he did all those things.”
“And was he selfish, and lustful, and proud, and gluttonous, and full of envy?”
“Yes, they responded, “he was all those things.”
“And did he love?” the first angel asked.
“Yes,” they responded, “he loved.”
“Then part ways, and let him enter.”