"heaven in hell"

In the house of god,
I find myself in the basement.
It's musty and not refurbished.
I guess even
the spiders and centipedes
have a heaven.
There are comic books,
retro shoes
and even a ratty old sofa to sit on.
Talk about being a savior,
I guess God is more of
a pack rat, seem to save everything.
The walls are old wood paneling,
There is even a bar set up.
No booze.
None since 1993.
I gaze at a painting on the wall
of a forest with mountains in the background.
And deep in the center a cabin,
I wonder who lives there and are they home?
It must beautiful here in the winter,
just snow and sleeping trees.
Maybe even a long eared grey rabbit will pass, once in a while.
I'd like a place like this
when i go,
And when I'm there,
I'm sure it will be one
hell of a beautiful place.