Finally, resolved

Perhaps,
Perhaps the question
Of heaven and purgatory
Lies shrouded around our sight
And wrought with our being.

Perhaps,
Heaven and purgatory
Coincide on our life
On this soil
On which we stand.

Perhaps,
Its ideas and ideals
Can lie secretly
On our backs
Bare and just out of sight.

Perhaps,
This life we own
Can be our heaven or purgatory.

Perhaps,
This life is made
Into a heaven or purgatory
According to how we mold it.

Perhaps,
We take the life as clay
and, as the sculptor,
We sculpt it into
A heaven
Or purgatory.

Perhaps,
The self of Afterlife
is given to us
Right now.

Perhaps,
You're depressed
Because you've allowed
Your sculpture
, your life,
To be molded
Into purgatory
For you.

Or perhaps,
You frolic gaily
Because your heaven
Is enfolding you
Right now.

Perhaps,
We should cease
This dwelling
On our entrance
To heaven or purgatory.
For we should endeavor
In making this life
The greatest heaven
We may experience.