No need to second guess.
Doubting is lacking faith.
But who needs faith
when you’re face to face?
Ushered straight to an inheritance
of grace,
we have all eternity
to count to infinity
by the melody of what’s inside His chest
as He pulls us near
to lay our head against His breast.
Protective wings have the last say.
Heaven’s netting,
called wind,
carries us away.
The rapture,
a first-class ticket
with no stress of delay.
Assurance is our permanent address.
No need to carry a saber.
Streets of gold converge,
a path to reconciliation.
Three spoons in one dish,
the culmination
of friendship
with Neapolitan flavor.
Former political debaters
and Facebook haters
sheath their swords
of “cancellation”
and get the ultimate do-over,
a hard-drive scrub,
the perfect social media experimentation.
No need for half-truths.
Total Truth sets us free
to live accordingly
to our new nature,
not a Marvel Movies myth
but to our spiritual bodies
built to last
without the possibility
of a short fuse
and with nothing to lose
but the memory of pain
on a planet of predictable abuse.
No need to shave.
Perfection is to know
and be known,
being accepted
by love shown.
Striving ceases
with palms engraved.
Thriving is the reason we were saved.
Some call it “endangered servitude”
to belong to a Master
and take as our own
His name.
This would be true
if all our steps were predetermined
with no road to choose
or if He couldn’t stave-off
the stubble growing
on our faces
and weeds strangling flowers
in unkept places,
but He shows His promise
and power
by being the firstfruits
of the resurrection
and the beatific vision
that awaits those,
who conquer the grave.
No need for earthly crowns.
Human insecurities,
manifested as holy hand grenades
in sandbox oligarchies
and monarchies,
have no space to breathe,
while voices in c-major scream
without making a sound.
The lust for power
breeds only an hour
behind the pulp fiction veil
of a bully’s bark,
turned all the way down.
No need for a physician.
Embalmed bodies rot in the mire.
Preservation is another name for liar.
Resurrection to spiritual perfection
is not just insurance for eternal fire
but a blood transfusion
to anemic cells that atrophy.
Only the Great Physician
is capable of donating
His own sinless plasma
that permanently heals
the blind to see
and the lame to walk
on streets of gold,
foretold in Revelation,
the final story,
and enter the Utopia
of believers enraptured
with heavenly treasures unfading
and the uncalculating
weight of God’s glory.