Kingfisher Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

What if God were a kingfisher
And you & I were a fish, would you hide
Would you go... play hide and 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
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.