Nothing Hurts

At heaven’s gate
She stands,
Waiting for her Father.
Today, she’s perfect.
Nothing hurts.
After talking a while
With her Lord
They decide what she
Will do.
Smiling broadly
She says, “Okay,
As long as I don’t have to cook.”
God laughed.
His daughter had such wit and humor.
Adapting quickly,
She loves her position,
Meeting new arrivals
Who come in.
She assists the elderly
Up to the sky.
Getting down softly,
She greets the children,
Comforting those
Who are sad.
The ones who are
Too weak to walk
She carries
To her Father’s throne
Where He gives them
Wings to fly.
Looking down
Around a cloud,
She notices
Someone coming.
Putting on her best smile,
She reaches out
For the hand she knows
Will be there.
Her distinctive grin
Softened as she looked
Into a tired young face,
Much like her own
Had been.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“I’m the angel of joy.”
The face of the child
Was drained of color.
Breathing was an effort
In itself.
Standing at the gate
She caught him
As his leg gave.
She saw his eyes were full of tears.
“It’s okay…I know.”
Lifting him gently,
She brought him to
God’s throne
Where he was given wings to fly.
Today, he’s perfect.
Nothing hurts.