Heavenward

The beauty of life
is not in how loudly we are remembered,
but in how gently we walk toward heaven.

At the end of all striving,
when titles fall away
and time closes its book,
only one truth stands breathing before us:
how we lived.

Did I choose truth
when silence was easier?
Did I love God
not just in prayer,
but in my footsteps,
my forgiveness,
my surrender?

The world asks for success,
but the soul asks for faithfulness.
And heaven listens
not for perfection,
but for a heart that tried—
again and again—
to belong to God
while still on earth.

That is the measure.
That is the crown.