by Carolyn Glackin
Beneath the pale moonlight
Bequeathing us a silent night
Where stood a heavenly apparition
Come to render my soul’s perdition
There stood I, my heart affright
Seeking a way to make things right
“Holy spectre, I beg a solution.
How do I earn thy absolution?”
“This judgment ’tis not
Mine to render.
I merely represent thy sender.”
So then I had myself a query
All outcomes looking
Bleak and dreary
The fate of my soul, now undefined
I waxed and waned within my mind
At long last, I came to see
The judge and jury both were me
As I’m beholden to myself
I place my fate in no one else
No longer would I bend the knee
To some imagined deity
Who awaits me with hell’s fire
Nay, I seek a plane much higher
And so it was that on that night
My soul absolved, all set to right
And this decided verily
For I am sovereign, I am free
As to mine spectre, there she stood
Retreating from the gladed wood
The parting words she left with me:
“You had but simply to come to see
That fate was yours alone to make.
I am not here to give or take.
I leave you now in peace and bliss
But I beg of thee, remember this
Our Lord is not one of destruction
But one of love and reconstruction.
I pray thee may learn of this well
Lest ye make of life a living hell.”
And so I thanked her
For what she taught
This lesson had not been for naught
And from that day forth
This truth I’ve known
My life is mine, I am my own
And whence my life is done at last
I needn’t worry of a doleful past
For in each moment, I’m born anew
And only ‘now’ we count as true
Thus I’ll pass on to what awaits
The promise of those pearly gates.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
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