Heaven’s Gates

We have no way of knowing what happens when this life’s journey ends. We have our faith and our reasoning and our imaginations that guide our belief of what that might entail for us. Perhaps some will encounter gates of pearl, roads of gold, blaring of trumpets, and songs of angels. However, a sandy path through wild honeysuckle hedges to a warm and salty breeze carrying the calls of sea birds and the gentle clanging of channel buoys would suffice for my entry into the forevermore.

Words and images by Michael J. Hall