The Put-er Together-er

Even the things I thought were better divided?

Isn’t my soul supposed to fall 
                          off my body 
	          up
         and
  up
where spiritual things go?

This is how I measure pilgrim progress:
it journeys 		alone. 

Floating like an escaped balloon
     above 
   the world
and strife
bobbing away until the roll is called
up yonder.

Giving account
To the keeper of the pearl gate:

“I am a soul
Saved by grace. 
I promise, 
my pathway
no body can trace.”
	
(I remembered my lines!)

Jesus smiles with a face
Reaches with hands – 

“Oh! Glorious 
Untainted One! 
What have you
done?”

Wasn’t he supposed to drop the robe
of flesh and rise
to parted Pentecostal skies,
seize the ever-loving prize?

“When you brought
heaven down…
       did you take            up?”
                dust back

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The beauty of of any single work of art, let alone all the world’s artistic offerings together, is that it need not attempt to hold the whole story. The whole truth. John 1, 1 Corinthians 15, Colossians 1 and many other scriptures and hymns tumble through the above poem. But there is a core and do not miss it: our resurrection bodies (though changed) will still be bodies. The bodily, physical victory of Christ over the grave is not only that our God defied death but that because he did, so shall we.

Like him, we will rise.

Hallelujah.

Amen.