Ketan Alcindor

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(2023 - 2025)
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GPS

Year Written: 2025
Literature Type: Poem

I asked a man once, "Sir, how do I get to Heaven?"
He stammered, blinked, then whispered,
‘Just be good.’ (pause and react like you do not like the response)

But good is not the GPS, it is just a road sign.
And a road sign without a map?
“I told him in the amazing Trini accent, Sir ,dah is a setup to get loss!”.
As the path to heaven, is painted in prophecy ( run on sentence , no pause)
paved with precepts and planted in the promises of Christ.

But good is not the GPS, it is just a road sign.
And a road sign without a map?
“I told him in the amazing Trini accent, Sir ,dah is a setup to get loss!”.
As the path to heaven, is painted in prophecy ( run on sentence , no pause)
paved with precepts and planted in the promises of Christ.

As for believers, a definite answer on "How to go to Heaven" is vital.
This answer must never be partial.
As having no GPS leaves you with no direction,
God gave the Bible and called it God’s Pathway to Salvation,
this GPS, we need to meticulously read.
As it is filled with pages inked with direction,
a lighthouse in the storm, yet some toss it aside, preferring to sail blind.”

I told him Sir:
“The Bible and Heaven are braided together, bound like a bridge and its beams, like a lighthouse and its light, one
without the other leaves you lost.
The Bible is a key, the key to experience the eternal world and be free.
Heaven is not a fable, it’s the final flight, the golden runway where eternity takes off.”

Sir, How can I get to heaven?
A place surpassing sight, where golden gardens are filled with vibrant violet flowers that never wilt,
The serene sky above, a brilliant blue, with clouds created from the finest silk.
Sir, Imagine walking through a place,
Where you never feel displaced, where we bask in God's grace.
A place where pearly gates begin and golden streets have no end
NO regular GPS can take you there.

Sir, my soul can already hear its heartbeat,
a hollow echo in a world that barely listens.
Heaven hums in my imagination
not a fable, but the final flight,
the golden runway where eternity takes off,
where time surrenders, where forever begins.
But who doesn’t want to go there?
Flesh craves shortcuts where there are none.
Hope fuels my footsteps, yet doubt lingers,
grace grips me, but gravity pulls.
Sir, but how do I get there?
Not by wishful wandering,
Sir,we get to Heaven by action.In the Feasts of God, abundant love of God is ever-present, celebrating them is a gift from God, a gracious and loving present.Zion, that name rings like thunder,
God says, "Run to Zion! Run Like your soul’s on fire!
Trip if you must, but don’t turn back.
Don’t detour, don’t drift, don’t dare delay! (Jer 4:6)
Because Heaven ain’t a maybe—it’s a mandate.And the road there? Marked,mapped—but you gotta move!."

Heaven, the eternal world of Happiness.God told us the way to go there saying “Flee to Zion!,flee for safety without delay!”In Zion God bestows his salvation, those destined to receive it, even from the creation.The definite answer of 'How to go to Heaven', the answer is present only in there.Zion is the place of the Feasts of God (Isa 33:20), the authentic Church of God, the Feasts are present only in here.God said “Flee to Zion! Run like your soul’s on fire!Don’t delay—don’t detour, don’t drift, don’t dare delay!Because Heaven ain’t a ‘maybe.’ It’s a destination.And the road there? Marked, mapped, but you gotta move!”Zion is the missing piece to the puzzle, ‘How to go to Heaven’.Those remaining in Zion go to Heaven, one day.Heaven ain't a fable, it's the final flight, the golden runway where eternity takes off.

Written by Ketan Alcindor.