Can we choose where we sit
At the eternal church lunch
In that great house of heaven?
Do we have to share a room? 
Could it be … dormitories!

What music will there be?
What if it’s country
With a worship leader.
Shall we wear fixed smiles
Through eternal centuries
Playing games to pass the time?

What happens if you are
A private person?

Will there be queues
To meet our heroes
While others stand in lonely corners
Whistling a quiet tune 
Looking at their shoes?

Shall I sit on the dunce’s chair 
As befits my dotted line of faith
While passers-by 
With hooded eyes and doubtful lips
Assess my long-stay permit application

Wait. This is hell.
Or else a church weekend away.

In heaven, 
The lines of weak and strong
Break in confusion at the thought of God
Before a limitless horizon.

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