Lukewarm

The PEARLY GATE. And I was next. St. Peter needs to ask some simple questions. As if they didn't know, up there, with perfect views, and looking down, to get their kicks, I'd say. 'Why, then, my child, you had a rather hopeful start, so promising, why did you change? ' I well remember watching you, you were in, speaking thermally, near scalding water, events were moving, like molecules (our tiny children) , in agitation, move faster. It's what we see, omnipotent, all- knowing, yes, confirm for me why did you though transform into a lukewarm man, a human of such miserly significance? So bland, so dull and boring, that even Hell would send you back, due to a lack of interest. So, WHY, pray tell? ' 'Well', I now stammered, 'your Majesty, it is like this: We went from morning mist, to dawn's first light, with dew drops, galdly given and received. We then progressed to Steam, nocturnal and diurnal. To weekly duty blandness. Then SHE turned off the tap, lukewarm it's been since that event, a fateful day. I'm sorry. ' 'Welcome St Peter said our Father's Kingdom greets you warmly, and may I add for you to know, my title in those years on Earth was never quite enough.'