Saul the man was hunting followers,
Damascus bound.
Falling to the ground, blinded,
now hearing
"I am Jesus whom you persecute!"
Life-changing,
Paul's fresh faith endearing.
Living or dead exists a union
of believers;
One, strong Mystical Body: the
faithful
on earth; those in heaven; the souls in
Purgatory.
Excluding the damned, their last choice, fateful.
One with their Head who is Lord
this they will share.
If any part undergoes affliction?
Sad.
All the rest do too. Should one be found
of honor?
All celebrate like an Olympiad.
Among the Communion of Saints is
a love active.
Fervent desires for mortals
they hold.
Length of time for meriting does pass.
Strength, power, the
Saints worshiping are bold.
Repercussions, reverberations
perfectly
transforming world history. It's a
fact.
Hearts vitalized by the unknown
sacrifices
of others. Drawing one closer -
ev'ry act.
Each sincere, repentant Confession,
man's sins purged!
Zion and earth rejoicing, a
lost coin found!
Some here, there, and in between.
Those on pilgrimage.
Chains loosened; brothers bound.
Saints of Ephesus and Achaia,
nascent and
now new Church Militant: still fighting.
The dead
a Church Suffering: hope not lost.
Church Triumphant:
for all the blessed in heaven
Christ bled.
Heavenly hosts won't forget
those left alone.
Imperfect love for God; in them He still
dwells.
Grace filled, adorned, for whom Jesus died.
Blissful joy!
The Saints' prayers far excel.
Break the bonds of Christ's members? Death won't.
Face to face God we see! Ecstasy! Bliss! Our
Destiny!
Sin and the devil at war with
pilgrim people.
Our fellow man the ally,
not enemy.
Son on the Cross a Redeemer,
done to death, changed.
The whole body, every joint does
wield.
Children of the vine sprouting upwards;
Angels too;
"Kingdom of God" revealed.
- Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: For this poem I used a craft technique loosely known as "follow the muse." In follow the muse, one writes out a favorite poem of theirs and then crafts a new, original poem following the rhyming conventions, syllable and stanza lengths of the original poet. In this case, I chose for my muse C.S. Lewis and his poem "On Being Human," a fascinating poem about the qualities of both angels and human beings - two distinct orders of God's creation. I started this one a little more than a month ago and have had an absolutely great time writing and revising it to its present form. I hope you too will enjoy reading it.
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Paul's fresh faith is endearing with arrival of Jesus. Living or dead exists with a union and that believers declare very often. Those on pilgrimage, they feel the chain of love of merciful journey. Angels declare about God's kingdom is very nice. This is truly revealed. A very nice poem is excellently composed and shared here with Biblical perception. May God bring happiness for you. Amen!
Thank you Pintu for your insightful and considerate commentary. Peace and blessings brother!
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