Will I Need a Pen in Heaven?

Locust grinding
Or is it shaking?
Like maracas

That moment
When you can hear nothing else
And because you can’t hear, you can’t think

The symphonic symbol
Of Christ coming
Will I be sitting?

Composing pros
With nowhere else to go
Bored when the last word flows

Will I need my pen
In Heaven?
When writing is living

Breathe, imagine

Just me and eternity
No fear
No chains live here

The locust warning
Slows
Dips in its rhythm

Their wings
Though they sing
Are also in the wait

Full of wonder
And what will I do’s
When He arrives

Full of grace and power
Never telling the hour
Time, just as earth, will slip away

Like beach sand through your fingers
Will we know the now to bow?
That all is only the holy Hallelujah?

I don’t want to miss
The mysteries of this life
In the next

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Call to Me and I will answer you, and I will tell you great and mighty things, which you do not know (Jeremiah 33:3).

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Writing about eternity begs the question: do you know what will happen when you die (besides the physical decay)? do you know where your soul will go?

Heavy things for a Monday night, but never too heavy or too late to accept Jesus into your life as Lord and Savior. He is the only Way to God the Father.

In Christ,

Julie

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