When I call out God,
do you listen?
Do you recognise
me by the name
I was christened?
How do you have
the time to answer
everyone’s prayers?
There must be
a long queue
on the steps of
heavens stairs.
How do you choose
who you will save
when we all end up
buried in our grave.
Is there a hierarchy
that has your ear
while the rest of us
spend our days in fear.
Is it all down to
faith and devotion
whether or not
we get that promotion
to take our place near
the front of the line
and wait to be called
to a life divine.

A wonderful poem. Beautifully illustrated too.
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