Though I’ve thought about it muchly,
I have no idea what Heaven is like,
or if I will be welcome there.
I’ve had hunches before,
but many of them proved wrong.
In my place of childhood,
a narrow village next a sluggish river,
a reassuring sign kept near its doorway,
Bothell Welcomes You
For A Day Or A Lifetime
makes me wonder
if,
when my turn comes,
despite the faithless life
and multitude of sin,
the word Eternity might
somehow be edited in.