She asked me if I believed In God
and I shook my head with a nod.
“What does God say,
is there room for everyone in paradise?”
and I had to think about this
there should be?
But would there be
enough room in Paradise
for the sinner
with his palms balled into a fist
for the girl
with the mini skirt
and multi coloured hair?
would there be enough room
for the broken and the lost child
Young woman with a stain on her back
and a gaping hole in her chest
so large you could stick your fingers
Would there be enough room for her?
She asked me if there was
enough room in God’s kingdom?
And I thought about the children
the one’s forgotten
and hidden away from weary eyes
The one’s who cry in dark corridors
and hide under pillow forts
The children forgotten
and abandoned by love
The ones whose body sank deep into the soil
would there be enough room for them?
She asked me if I thought
there would be enough room in paradise?
and I thought about the leaves
the ones that burn to an ember
under a sheave of smoke
I thought about the women
who toss and turn
lonely under sheets
I thought about the broken hearts
and the tears running down my cheeks
I thought about the wounded souls
and the spirits dying to be free
I thought about the fractured hearts
and the holes so dark and deep
I thought about the bible pages
and the secrets buried beneath the sea
and then I had to wonder
Would there be enough room for me?