Organizing Heaven
A Poem

My wife during a recent visit to heaven, suggested to God that He needed to get organized. “Heaven is in a state of disarray,” she told Him. She pointed out the cobwebs and dirty dishes. She showed Him the long lines and the bottleneck at the Pearly Gates. Too much red tape she told Him and not enough compassion. God in all His wisdom knew not to confront her directly. He invited her to help Him. So every Tuesday my wife advises God.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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