. . . 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]
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
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you. I appreciate your
Thank you. I appreciate your comment very much.
Seryddwr