sheol

I would love to tell you that everything is beautiful
Here in Abraham's bosom.

Don't get me wrong--
It is as good as good can be, or as it can be now.

But every day there is the reminder
God is not here.

We are the righteous,
But we are not free.

Every day it is the same.
We are comforted,

and we wait.

We have waited for so long that some of us
have started to wonder
if we will ever
ever
be free.

Not that things are bad here,
They're not.
In fact, they're quite nice.

But hell is just across the chasm,
and we are reminded--
constantly reminded--
that we are as separated from God's love
as they are.

But we wait
and we hope
and we pray…

Wait--who is this man?
He comes in as we did,
Nail scars in his hands,
fresh wounds throughout his body.

He should go to Father Abraham and bow--
What's this?
Father Abraham bows before him!
He takes our father in his arms,
lifts him up,
and promises him freedom.

Freedom?

Who is this man?