Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Purgatory Garden

In the purgatory does be

Our garden and guardian of

Truth of the dead in secrecy

Of path below or path above.

We provide humans coming here

Determination to await

A sense of maintaining good cheer,

Which ever way does go their fate,

Opening up our blossoms to

Each human needing gift of grace.

We give humans something to do,

Waiting their truth in time and place.

We flowers wish the humans well,

Up to heaven or down to hell.