04-16-2022, 01:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-16-2022, 01:58 PM by RiverNotch.)
At first you'll find heaven a little dull.
Every day the liturgy is held
followed by public confession
to matters far from everybody's mind,
it's hard to be contrite when your redemption
is counted as complete. You hope to hear
voices from the other world, petitions
that the Lord of mercy ease your pain
if pain's what you'd call the incessant tingling
in the pit of your stomach, the welling up
of song. Nature compels you to worship.
And when you finally utter those words,
"Hallowed be Your Name", how would it feel?
Release of some long pent-up joy
repressed in the face of earthly repression
or will the flames burn your lungs,
scar your throat and singe your lips?
By then, it might be too late
but who knows? The Lord of mercy
continues to listen, the sacrifice
continues to be made, and either way
at least your ages of ages won't be dull.
Every day the liturgy is held
followed by public confession
to matters far from everybody's mind,
it's hard to be contrite when your redemption
is counted as complete. You hope to hear
voices from the other world, petitions
that the Lord of mercy ease your pain
if pain's what you'd call the incessant tingling
in the pit of your stomach, the welling up
of song. Nature compels you to worship.
And when you finally utter those words,
"Hallowed be Your Name", how would it feel?
Release of some long pent-up joy
repressed in the face of earthly repression
or will the flames burn your lungs,
scar your throat and singe your lips?
By then, it might be too late
but who knows? The Lord of mercy
continues to listen, the sacrifice
continues to be made, and either way
at least your ages of ages won't be dull.