Echoed-Thunder Call
When echoed-thunder
reverberates a call upon His-roll
Then
spent-earthly-shell vacate perpetual spirit-soul
St. Peter reads
from the Book-of-Life! Truth be told
Stand silent!
Pray! Mercy-Blessing turn not ice-cold
In
eternal-instant: Jesus-Judgment of soul sin-stained
Only: Praise!
Honor! Glory! Of holy-name remained
Elapsed is time
to make-it-right; no other chance for “re-do”
In
cerulean-crystal vision-clear, view value-virtue I knew
Perhaps Prayer
with Luck (a bit) gains entrance
through the Pearly-Gates
No-angel! Not-even-close:
A-saint! May Communion-gathering ingratiate?
There: Beyond!
In-Judgment, like-in-life, alone I dutifully do-stand
Out-of-the-blue
my call came; this be not the exact day I had-planned
Blessed be I!
Always! Life winds soft-kind a scented fragrant-flower
Oft instances
may have caught me lacking. Thanks for redemption-power!
Confession?
Then? That thee might secret hear? To know just what I be?
Easy, Friend! No
obfuscating-veil confused of me whatever thou did see
Pray! Not find
thy soul in Judgment-line behind a sorry, wretched-bloke
Long grow a day
with charges true of evil thoughts, deeds and words spoke
Perhaps, too,
He’ll mention-kind contrite attempts for Salvation-sake
Confess: I
tasted sweet-of-Life to savor long each bite I dared partake
Count, too! Dear
Lord! Sturdy forest-trees I planted to ten thousand-number
Poor single
drop-of-Respect deserved for Thee from humble earth here under
Consider, too,
my soul mate and honored angelic progeny whose Love I-found
No royal, elite-King!
Yet, with these jewels through Love-for-Thee, I’m crowned
My final-prayer
repeats my life-hope exemplified throughout time’s-experience
To eternal
celebrate as Santa Claus with gifts for every Christian’s-convenience
That humble-I
might bring smiles, or, better, laughs, completes an effort-tried
Should my time
pass vacant pure attempt? Such truly be sweet-Paradise denied!
Amen!
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