Some thoughts for a Sunday morning.
Please enjoy
Jake.
Does Paradise Await?
Elysium’s Gate
There are those who believe
that we walk alone
through the valley of the shadow
as death takes us home.
And thus, whence we depart
we’re left on our own
to receive then our judgment
before God’s Golden Throne.
But, I now believe
that we go through that light
with guardian angels
on our left and our right.
And there, all our loved ones
are a welcoming sight,
as they gather around us
and thus relieve us of fright!
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Still yet, there’ll come judgment
on our life as a whole
and our fate then determined
by reviewing the soul.
Was there a coin or some soup
for the poor and their bowl
or a hand for the helpless
in achieving some goal?
Did peace, you embrace
while eschewing all hate?
Did you not envy your neighbor
his goods, or his mate?
And did you make the most
of which was your fate?
If so, then be welcomed
at Elysium’s Gate!
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Jack Downing
Sept. 2014
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Very appropriate for a Sunday morning!!! Thank you!
You don’t have a thing to worry about, you could answer yes to all those questions.. Thank you!
Death
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity
‘And there came a pale horse…’ Thanks for sharing that poem with me Carl.
Great food for thought
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Thank you so much..