We are all here for but a tenth of a second

Compared to where we will ultimately

Spend eternity

We are

At the outset

 But a seed

Planted on Earth

To establish roots in Love's soil

And grow skyward

To become perfect beings

In God's Holy household

To this end we were created

And this end only

For when the time comes

To harvest the fruits of our lifetime

God will not look for them

Below ground

Or in the flesh and blood trappings

And luxuries this temporal world

Dangles on the treadmills of death and taxes

But in the Son-bathed spirit

Of our love, hope and faith

In Jesus Christ

But if there be no fruit-

If all that is left are dead roots

And the petrified remains

That perished for lack of the water

And nourishment God's Word freely provides

They will be left behind at the harvest

So will it be for those who reject

The forever of heaven

Those who preferred   

The flesh and blood blink

Of life as we knew it

Before angels collected our fruit

Into the safety and bliss

Of Father's eternal storehouse

However

Should those left behind come to their senses

Should they finally see the handwriting on the wall

As a result of our leaving

And the reading and remembering

Of the witness we left below

They will come to know God the way we do

And be made pillars in His temple

For having lost their heads

For refusing to deny that Jesus is the Christ

The Son of God

Who takes away the sins of the world

As we knew it

John Christopher

Sep 30 2006