At The Words Of A Dying Man

I feel Death seeping into all my limbs:

this is not just one of some old man's whims.

My entire body now begins to fail,

but this decrepitude will not prevail:

because Christ promised me eternal life,

despite the flesh's agony and strife.

In weakness, I enjoy His firm protection,

assured by His triumphant Resurrection.

I will soar, starward, to the Heavenly

precincts of His endless eternity;

where I, a part of His Great Congregation,

will still rejoice in the Common Salvation

wherein my soul achieves full exultation,

redeemed, in full, from sin's fierce aggravation.

 

Starward

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written after a sleepless night of the most overwhelming physical agony I have ever experienced.

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patriciajj's picture

I am truly distressed by your

I am truly distressed by your relentless suffering, but also amazed that you've found the inner strength to transcend it with unwavering faith. The fact that you could compose such a victorious testimony in great distress is confirmation of your gift, your sincerity and and your ultimate triumph. May God comfort and bless you. 

S74rw4rd's picture

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.


Starward