When payment here is rendered,
And this life not to retrieve,
I’ll seek answers from my Maker
Which I cannot now conceive.
 
I can better comprehend the pain
Of body, than mind and soul.
The doctrine and the theology
Can not explain the whole.
 
Why the haste to repatriate
Those who see His vision purely,
When their beauty offers sustenance
To those who see less clearly?
 
And how is it that the salve and balm
Our bodies eagerly ingest,
Soothe the aching deep inside,
Yet imperil our earthly quest?
 
And most important I must query
Now that we’re clear of earthly debt…
Well, hell, what I mean is,
Does heaven have chocolate?