Skin is thinning, eyesight dimming, absent mindedness is less forgiving. Grace, oh Grace, my gentle surrender, I keep You no longer asunder.
Better than reliable eyesight is clocking out and the corporeal body
gasps its last breath.
The mystery is heavenly infusion:
a Grace to “see” unlike the seeing known
to us before as human earthlings.
Until then, it’s good to repeat often: we leave our bodies behind, we are soul without body, the separation, the discomfort, making us a little less than the angels.
Angels do not have bodies
but an infused supernatural
ability to see, as will we.
Our body, now rather violently decaying until, dust it becomes; a scattering, it’s dusty history securely rooted in Omnipotence and Omniscience so that when the Day arrives, it will be duly gathered from all corners, made new, rejoined to the soul, and forever reign in glory.
New sensual eyes, glorified, now fixating forever on the One True Lover.
Gary Edward Geraci
-
Author:
Gary Edward Geraci (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2024 10:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Writing Descort, the poet experiences ultimate freedom: neither rhyming nor rhythm nor syllable counts nor stanza uniformity is required! The more disjointed the better - including within the subject matter of the poem itself - so jump around if you will! What better style for the speculative, supernatural topic of the afterlife? The Holy Spirit can guide us, and for practicing Catholics, the Church tradition and Scripture can inform one’s intellect, too- relying on centuries of discussion and writings. I hope you will explore and grow in hope regarding this ultimate destiny - one’s departure from life on earth: where will you go and what will you “see”?
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 9
Offline)
Comments3
Good write G.
Final sentence of your Comment: I have, somewhere between sometimes and quite often and remain just as ignorant.
I admire in your case, how steadfast you are, Gary
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it...
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.