We live in a tiny boat on a vast sea in which we stash,
indiscriminately, the flotsam of folly, hope and the
dope of high expectations.
In spite of that, we manage to decorate our craft
In red and green at Christmas and moor at the
Door of a regal church.
As maturity ascends, we amend our ways for the
final days, believing full well somewhere there is
a Heaven and there is a Hell.

Dear Glen, such a delight always to read your playful, brilliant words. Love from my tiny boat to yours. Let's choose to live in heaven, knowing that hell is no more than a lack of love and trust. Much love to you, Susan