Sonnet For A Terminal Man

. . . who shall deliver me from the body of this . . ."

---Saint Paul, Romans 7:24

 

I live (a long time) with a dying man.

I have existed with him for a span

of decades (all those days, weeks, months and years!).

He liked to torment me with shadowed fears,

and when events lashed me to heated tears,

he had not sympathy---just chilling sneers.

Beyond all of that, his worst quality

was grueling superficiality.

His greatest terror is his sentenced death

(life has assured him---he is terminal);

while Grace, by faith, has given me Salvation.

That which frightens away his very breath

becomes, redeemed into the spiritual,

my joy, my blessing, and my inspiration.

 

Starward

 

[jlc]

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Lest the reader take away the wrong impression, I am not, to the best of my knowledge, suffering from a terminal disease.  The metaphor is meant spiritually only, based upon some material in Romans 7.

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We are all terminal. Good

We are all terminal. Good write :)


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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Thank you.  I appreciate your

Thank you.  I appreciate your comment very much.


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