To Heaven Or Bust
How wonderful! God sees our worthless vessels,
yet they carry his message and light into the world.
O wonder! God moves our feet, directs our paths.
Our minds must not hinder nor slack. They must
attack the dust, muddy mess, and all life’s elements.
Special, me? If you flip my lid, there’s a dynamo
treasure trove inside. Jewels of the universe reside
within, deposited daily by the Holy Spirit. The gems
of God’s Word are precious, spectacles, reminders.
Blessings! Tucked away, dusted off, to heaven or bust.*
Don’t hold on tight but release fistfuls of holy dollars.
There’s much more where those came from. Fill
your jar daily then open up and let out the sun, moon
and stars. Don’t mistake a handheld diamond,
sapphire, ruby for a god. It has no power over you,
under you nor around you but God’s power lights
up the universe. We borrow it to light our houses
but most assuredly we can never illuminate our own eyes.
God lit them and will darken them. Take care if you want
to see the light of heaven colorize your eyes once again.
1/31/2022
*The term “or bust,” used in traveling in a vehicle.
People would make signs, “To New Orleans or bust,”
for example to indicate they would do
everything possible to get there.
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