Heaven Or Heavens

my poetry is done I cannot say much more have I been clear enough I've said it all before I do not know what waits I cannot fear the void and I have few regrets for a life I have enjoyed still I will die a skeptic torn beyond my belief my logic nor my mystic can serve to grant relief I lived my life on hunches I heard the preachers preach and yet the facts elude me a man can only reach the poet said of glory that we may sense its door but never grip the latch till death concludes its chore to solve the final doubt some look to God and trust still skeptics feel secure that the Universe is just