Penance

 God's given me the City's keys,

and this I have been told,

that I need not walk on bended knees

upon the Streets of Gold,

for down here Someone did my time,

and paid my dues in full

for my grand-dad Adam's crime,

and that I need not pull

that weight of sin upon my back

up penance's hard cliff.

God will now give me the slack

to know the when (not if!)

of my arrival by His side 

as He beams and laughs with pride.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is EFFORT. I'll have a try.

There are times I wonder why

I still make an effort

to touch my blue and long-lost sky,

to find the joys I used to court

of flight in the empyrean,

dancing 'tween the clouds so white,

partaking of the golden dream,

the soaring soul, the gift of flight.

My body's burning down to ash,

and looking up just hurts my heart,

but I am not prepared to trash

that world of which I was a part,

so I'll believe just for today

that my Lord will make a way.

Here's a clip from The Mission that kinda describes what I mean.

Sylvia says the only panance I need practice is for the times I was slow in getting her ice cream.