Prominent your stature (the Paraclete shaped my soul and stripped my pride),
Elevated, like clerisy class-cleared, and eloquent (I’m without envy).
Wayfaring now: lightsome, impassible, agile and with subtlety (I’ve wracked wrath).
Satiety: God’s nature feeds, the inferior surpassed (been freed from sloth).
Arriving at last you’ve won! (and the aureole is mine! so long avarice,
Gone for good the scrounge around, sweat, growling gourmand, and the gluttony.)
Low on earth you know now your gain (to Luxuriate; lost not to lust).
Gary Edward Geraci
“ Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win.” 1 Corinthians 9:24
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic, non-rhyming syllabic septet (seven lines). The capitalized letter beginning each new line in this acrostic poem spells out the mnemonic PEWSAGL: a helpful acronym to remind me of the orthodox Catholic tradition and theology of naming the seven deadly sins. The deadly sins are listed here in my poem - the last word in each of the seven lines. The sin descends in severity from the most deadly (Pride) to the least (Lust). “They are serious, they are deadly-but they are ordered and, thank God, they are forgivable.” Fr. David Meconi S.J., “The Seven Deadly Sins And How To Overcome Them In Your Life” (Catholic Answers Magazine, January-February 2020)
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A fine write Gary. I've not though much about an 'order of sins'. Though of course to murder someone is worse than telling a little lie, for example.
They say I commit murder - of songs that is, when I sing to them! It can be forgiven, but never forgotten, once heard (so I say). heehee.
Also - in one way we all Christians win the prize, by God's grace. I suppose we are competing, but not against one another. Then we would be envying, and probably some of the other sins too, in trying to get the prize!
Thanks Orchidee and I had a good “singing line” about a fellow who believed that he could sing even though no one else shared that sentiment with him. But I forgot the line. Then it dawned on me that I might be sharing the same boat with this fellow.
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