A Sunday Poem: “Enigma”

 

If everyone in Heaven

unites with their high school crush,

it may not be Heaven

for their legal spouse.

 

Nor for their high school crush.

 

If everyone in Heaven

is debt-free, pain-free, worry-free,

it would hardly be Heaven

for bankers, doctors, therapists.

 

If every meal in Heaven

is crafted by Chef Ramsay

– served on a balcony overlooking Naples –

it may not be Heaven

for McDonald’s, Taco Bell, or IHOP.

 

Nor for Ramsay.

 

If my Heaven

is the ultimate perfection,

why is everyone

miserable?

 

By Shai Ben-Shalom

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