Judge Not!

(I follow one intellectual elist where debate erupted on "Do Muslim festivals depend on sight-ability of moon or actual sighting of moon?" - and soon emotions took over and people start judging each other. Someone send a beautiful thing.)

I was shocked, confused, bewildered 
As I entered Heaven's door, 
Not by the beauty of it all, 
Nor the lights or its decor.. 

But it was the folks in Heaven 
Who made me sputter and gasp-- 
The thieves, the liars, the sinners, 
The alcoholics and the trash. 

There stood the kid from seventh grade 
Who swiped my lunch money twice. 
Next to him was my old neighbour 
Who never said anything nice. 

Herb, who I always thought 
Was rotting away in hell, 
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, 
Looking incredibly well. 

I nudged God, 'What's the deal? 
I would love to hear Your take. 
How'd all these sinners get up here? 
You  must've made a mistake. 

'And why's everyone so quiet, 
So somber - give me a clue.' 
'Hush, child,' He
said, 'they're all in shock. 
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'