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
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A fine write Gary. I also asked 'What if... I shut up singing?!' heehee. People would thinks two cats had stopped fighting! lol. I'm a drama queen here.
Like a good, retired friend from work used to tell my fellow coworkers: you ought to go on TV and sing - that way people can turn you off! Thanks for stopping by Orchidee.
Your words spell here, that no matter what, you have lived the life you chose - and no more "what ifs......"
I take that you are implying a sort of certainty that I don’t admit to Suresh. I don’t know, I could be wrong. But faith and hope certainly supply where certainty is lacking; mystery invites the “what ifs,” joyful wonderment, exultant expectations, etc. rather than close one off to them. It’s the choice of nihilism, that for me, would begin a closed-in, hell on earth this very hour.
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