Overnight, God's balloons arrived
throughout the whole of Heolgerrig.
God declared his love through inflated hearts
for all our fences and gates.
He was Alpha to our Omega
(though some were pricking at dawn).
Last St. Valentine the main street,
surely next year the entire town.
When nobody else cared , at least
God had left us his red balloons.
Ours was released over the rooftops ;
others exploded, some let down.
By next day, God's love had disappeared :
they hung like burst condoms.