ON HEAVEN'S SCROLL

On Heaven's scroll
every deed and umbrage spent,
each burden born by a mortal finger
and the times when a cruel lash was used
are penned in golden chalk
wiped away with God's forgiving tears.

Redemptive spirits rest eternal
under shade of grace's mimosa oasis,
not having to fear the risk of a judgmental tariff
for the heartbeats when righteousness came
in brevity's fleeting impulse.

Holding not against us if our mustard seed faith
moved in turtle inclinations
or our thoughts were too pregnant with sin's seeds,
nor that we carved our lives upon asphalt dreams
thinking clever meant time invested
more in fiscal geometry of ambition
than spiritual algebra.

Because His love is unconditional in its salvation,
spread willingly and thick over the sandwich of our lives.