Kingfisher Poem by Mark Heathcote

What if God were a kingfisher
you and I was a fish, would you hide
would you go- play hide & seek?

Since I have welcomed death
of death, I have no fear
so-I-welcome the kingfisher of souls.

To snap me up when my time is near
sure enough, I shall not fight
struggle as he holds me midair in flight.

Fish gills shut tight; let mouths be opened
let every fish scale, suit of armour fall
when it's time to answer his inanimate call.