MANSIONS ABOVE

Mary and Martha were sisters, so kind
To all those around them, rich and poor,
They gave all and never seemed to mind
Who knocked on their ever open door.

Twice rewarded women of the year
They even met Her Majesty the Queen,
“They’d be in heaven, have no fear.”
People said, “Kindest folks ever seen.”

The Sisters died together, many were sad
For two good folks went to heaven above,
“Best friends and neighbours we’ve ever had.”
People came from miles with flowers and love.

Oh they made it to heaven, a mansion too,
Not as big as they thought it should be.
Yet next door was one stately and new
Many angels working on it so reverently.

Then John their gardener and his wife
Passed away, only a few were there,
They had both worked hard all their life
And did kindly things when no one was there.

Many a meal was left by a poor door,
A pile of logs split by no one at all,
Flowers placed in church, and much more
Was done, they did not tell it would spoil it all.

That mansion so stately and so grand
Was given to John and his sweet wife
For services rendered by unseen hand,
They had no reward in mortal life.



So if you wish to own a mansion on high
Try to serve others surreptitiously
And hide the deeds you do each day.
Then reign in heaven graciously.

M Ann Margetson September 5, 1999
99POEMS/Mansions
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