Elegy In Brief For J. V. Cunningham, Poet, 1911-1985

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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