In my experience, many religious people, specifically Christians, worry about whether their God will accept them into “his” heart once they give up their physical form. This is a most pointless pastime; why would a God not greet all of “his” children with open arms at the end of physical lifetime?

The sea refuses no river, and what is God, but a timeless, accepting, non-judgemental eternally flowing Sea of Love…

The sea refuses no river

Whether stinking or rank

Or red from the tank

Whether pure as a spring

There’s no damned thing stops the poem

The sea refuses no river

And this river is homeward bound

Extract from – The Sea Refuses No River – from the 1982 album, All The Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes by Pete Townshend