The unfinished Conversation - 3, The Afterlife.

I saw a dim light, bright undertone of peace,
As I moved through the sea, sea of joy.

I watched the sun fade, and the sky disappear,
I drifted into the darkness, with a glimmer of tear.

I saw them play a trumpet, a harp, and a fiddle,
The sweat sound of life, death was just a riddle.

I waited at the gates, my book of life opened,
A smile to welcome me, a smile of content.

I welcomed the site, but just a bit unsure,
For a man of sin I was, heaven could I secure?