What if, you ask, you’ve breathed your last and there’s
No light, just blackness? well then, i replied,
I’ve lived a good life, grateful for that i’d
Been given; i learned to love my neighbors,
Sought to suffer in joyful solidarity,
Cared to conquer vapid vice and raised
Royal palaces on pristine virtue.
Then Jesus was only wise and manly?
You ask. i’d go to the grave proclaiming
Him God! i but cried, for to live in His hope,
I once lived without it, a faith-filled hope:
His promise of eternal life means biding
Time with streaks and glints of bliss in the here
And now. what if, i ask, Heaven shines forth this very hour?
Gary Edward Geraci