Quit Telling Me that Heaven Is My Home

You say it is my destiny,
if I show “faith”,
to end up as essentially a ghost
that stays for all eternity
within an otherworldly ghosty place
sans all the flesh
that stands now as
the sign and seat of my identity.
 
But isn’t this a lie?
 
For after all, it’s something that
quite fundamentally denies
the import of the proclamation that
the I Am said
when he created in fixed form
the earth
to be man’s dwelling and his home;
that it, and not
some disincarnate realm
beyond the  firmament above
outside of time and space,
is what is truly grand!
 
It’s Gnostic (a Platonic riddled) heresy
to say that our true, final home
is up within some ethereal realm
and that the body is
a prison which we should and will,  
upon that moment when we die,
eventually and gratefully escape.
.
For such belief makes nonsense of,
decries,
the Counseled, apodictic statement
in the Creeds
that I shall, yes, despite my death,
be brought one day  
back to it bodily to live there
once again as I once lived
before I knew demise –  
as quickened, breath filled clay
that’s deemed to truly walk upon
a blessed,  substantiated earth
that by God’s hand
will be renewed
and circumscribed on Zion’s hill
as true Jerusalem.