That Farthest Shore

       Sunday morning, I think something spiritual is in order. I just finished this on Friday last, (9/2/11) and in the nick time for this morning’s sermon.

That Farthest Shore

 My body is but a vessel,

 for the being that I am.

 So, I won’t bear no worldly troubles,

 into the Promise Land.


 I will take no earthly tortures,

 no wounds, nor human pains,

 and the hurt this body feels,

 shall rest, with my remains.


 Then I will go, and dwell in peace,

 upon that farthest shore.

 And in comfort and tranquility,

 I shall live forever more.


  Jack Downing

Sept. 2011






About poemsandponderings

Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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9 Responses to That Farthest Shore

  1. Pingback: That Farthest Shore (via poemsandponderings) « It's Just Life

  2. Beth Ann says:

    Reblogged!!! But the formatting is all wrong—I should have edited it a bit but hopefully folks will just click on the link to go to your original post. Great Sunday morning thoughts! Thanks!

  3. pattisj says:

    Nice. Visiting from Beth Ann’s blog.

  4. Certainly seems like you have it figured out. I hope you are right.

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