They tell me that your faith in Christ was lost;
that, later in life, you felt the cost---
like Monday mornings bleak in a dim light
without prayer's sanctity on Sunday night;
that you existed bravely, more or less
mired in the world's amoral hopelessness.
My hope, for you, Professor Cunningham,
is that you turned from that which gives a damn
upon the broad path that slides to perdition,
and made, instead, that ultimate decision
{a joyous reach that starts from real contrition);
so that, not broiling in Hell, a reject,
you will be found in Christ, with the elect,
in Heaven where hope is fulfilled in sight.
Starward
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