I hear the blare
of ancient, dented, tarnished trumpets:
judgment day?

Am I ready?

"Relax," says God,
"These mothballed tooters
announce reconciliation (not punishment),
healing (not diagnosis),
transformation (not exposure),
a massive promotion (not downsizing).
These honks haul y'all heavenward."

With a grin as wide as all creation
and arms spread twice as wide,
everyone tumbles upward,
head over happy heals.

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.