For Your Sake

For your sake, I hope there is a heaven

It’s nothing less than what your goodness earns

In some celestial vault, writ in the ledgers

Piled high the silver bounty of your worth.

Seems to me, the unbeliever in the shadow

That we are just so many suffering souls

Speaking hopefully of things we claim to know

And improvising what we do not understand

Without belief in what we cannot fathom

Desiring solid proof to weigh in hand

But you have found the answers to your questions

And set your path towards a sacred goal

For you I truly hope there is a heaven

A softly shining golden garden for your supple soul.