THE FINAL RECKONING

‘I reckon you’re right,’ 
I said.

‘I reckon you righteous’ he replied.

My right standing reckoned

The eschaton beckoned

Where all things materialize.

‘I hope against hope,’ 
I said.

‘Who hopes for now?’ 
he replied.

The hopes and fears

Of so many years,

In thee, can’t  be
denied.

‘Your trust is trustworthy,’ 
he said.

‘The full faith and credit’, 
I read.

‘And so I surmise, to my total surprise,

‘faith credited’

Prevents my demise.

‘But trust’s not the end of the tale

Righteousness must also prevail’

As one leads to the other,

For sister and brother,

Faithfulness is trust’s unfurled sail.  

‘Righteousness is more than right-standing’

‘Yes Lord, but it sure is demanding’

Yet the Spirit’s at work

And he’s more than a clerk

Counting up and then reprimanding.