Heavenly Playground

After I referred to Adrian Plass’ poem “Heavenly Playground” in the service I led on Sunday, a few people asked if I had a copy of it. I’m including it here for reference – hope Mr. Plass doesn’t object.

Oh God, I’m not anxious to snuff it,
but when the Grim Reaper reaps me,
I’ll try to rely on
my vision of Zion,
I know how I want it to be.

As soon as you greet me in Heaven,
and ask what I’d like, I shall say,
“I just want a chance
for my spirit to dance,
I want to be able to play.

Tell the angels to build a soft playground,
designed and equipped just for me,
with a vertical slide
that’s abnormally wide,
and oceans of green PVC.

There’ll be reinforced netting to climb on,
and rubberized floors that will bend,
and no one can die,
so I needn’t be shy
if I’m tempted to land on a friend!

I’m gonna go mad in the soft, squashy mangle,
and balmy with balls in the swamp,
coloured and spherical,
I’ll be hysterical!
I’ll have a heavenly romp!

There’ll be cushions and punch bags and tires
in purple and yellow and red,
and a mushroomy thing
that will suddenly sing
if I kick it or sit on its head.

There’ll be fountains of squash and ribina
to feed my continual thirst,
and none of that stuff
about “You’ve had enough,
surely heavenly bladders won’t burst.

I suppose I might be too tall for the entrance,
but Lord, chuck the rules in the bin.
If I am too large,
tell the angel in charge
to let me bow down and come in.

Adrian Plass

For the sake of completeness, it’s from an excellent CD called “City of Gold”.


2 Responses

  1. Love it!

    Thanks for posting that. :oD

  2. Thanks for the words. I’ve just used them in a funeral service – it was Haydn’s favourite poem and printed with illustrations by Ben Ecclestone in a book called “Learning to Fly”. It was his vision of Zion and I linked it with Rev 21:1-7

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