THE DEVIL HOLDS THE KEYS

Will my soul burn below,
Because it has nowhere
else to go. Will it be
drifting patriciously,
Through life's eternity.

Waiting for our god above;
Will I die with dementia?
Not knowing I was loved;
Or do we go to a parallel place,
Not below or even above.

But to a tomorrow world,
Where everyone that's lived
is loved. Why am I here when
I'm only in life for the ride. For
You can never get out of death alive.

I'm sure that if I should climb
Up to the pearly gates,
The wonder's that I would see.
But Peter wouldn't let me in;
Because the Devil holds the keys.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-12-05 at 00:26

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Alan,

Your poem made me think. The devil holds the keys. Great line.

Certainly, I get that vibe from the more angrily vocal on the religious right, with all their shouting of damnation and pushing to control what they deem as sinful. So much judgment! Where is grace? Where is forgiveness? Where is the love?

I don’t know what awaits me after death at this point in my journey. Right now I’m going with being a ball of energy and light, each of us a vibration, perhaps even a twinkling star in the universe. That thought gives me peace.

Sincerely,
Melinda
2025-12-05