Elysium’s Gate

     Some thoughts for a Sunday morning.

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Does Paradise Await?

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!


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!


Jack Downing

Sept. 2014

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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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6 Responses to Elysium’s Gate

  1. Beth Ann says:

    Very appropriate for a Sunday morning!!! Thank you!

  2. You don’t have a thing to worry about, you could answer yes to all those questions.. Thank you!

  3. 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

  4. ‘And there came a pale horse…’ Thanks for sharing that poem with me Carl.

  5. Denise Downing says:

    Great food for thought

    Sent from my iPad

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