Forever Free

Gary Edward Geraci

Pondering the violence of cremation,

One must concede it is a posthumous

Act. the composite, body/soul creation

Has been halved, inanimate matter, thus

Readied for the fire chamber. separation

Sends off the immortal, speaking without mouth,

Its particular judgement determined at death,

To the Beatific Vision, its celebration.

 

The purification is not free of pain,

A preparation for newness of state,

A purgation of all hindering stain.

This same bodiless person: a new slate

Of sorts, a spotless soul seeking to gain,

A glorified body forever free of hate.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2023 11:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: A sonnet. A poem about death. I lost my father last Saturday, April 15, he was 86 years old. He will be buried next Thursday, in a traditional casket, at the Our Lady of the Rosary and Prayer Garden in Georgetown, TX (in the St John Paul II garden). I will end up in the same plot but in an urn. My brother vehemently disagrees with cremation and I had to try to convince him that it was okay, that the Church now permits it as a valid burial option. Another brother of mine, Dan, has left the Catholic Church, and likely no longer believes in this great, final act of mercy Catholics believe God gives us in Purgatory. Let’s ask Dante (if we could).
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • Parisab

    Sorry for your loss and your thoughtful grievance

  • Doggerel Dave

    A difficult one to answer truthfully Gary, as you cope with your loss.
    However, the evidence of your poem suggests that you are not so struck down with grief (and I’ve witnessed people in that condition) you are unable to write something poetic and measured. Thanks for that.

    For me the whole thing is a matter of garbage disposal only.



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