Another young theologian asks a question about heaven.
Heaven can only be a metaphor.
We die. We cease to be. And what comes after
If anything, cannot be comprehended
By us, or by our living, pulsing brains.
As such, assume that when we go to heaven
If we go there, we go as something new
And inexperienced. Yes, you could say
We’re reborn there as babies. If you like.
I can’t imagine angels changing nappies
Made out of fluffy clouds. Wiping the bottoms
And tickling the chubby little cheeks
Of newborn souls. But you can. If you like.
Tom Juniper Poetry 