I put my hand on the altar rail.
What if... what if heaven is real, but only in moments?
Like a glass of water on a hot day when you're dying of thirst, or when someone's nice to you for no reason, or...
Mom's pancakes with Toblerone sauce; Dad dashing up from the bar just to tell me, 'Sleep tight, dont let the bed bugs bite'; or Jacko and Sharon singing 'For She's a Squishy Marshmallow' instead of 'For She's a Jolly Good Fellow' every single birthday and wetting themselves even though its not at all funny; and Brendan giving his old record plater to me instead one of his mates.
S'pose heaven's not like a painting that's just hanging there for ever, but more like...
Like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catches in snatches, while you're alive, from passing cars, or upstairs window when you're lost..