And I ask,
through angry tears, how can it be
That we who love
still fall again and again?
In spite of
prayers and acts and words of love, unfree
We daily
fall to fear, and sin, and pain.
My Grandpa
said, as his life began to wane,
“I sometimes
ask, ‘Why did this happen to me?’
“But I know
why, if I’m honest. The answer is plain
“I smoked
for fifty years, and soaked up UV.”
Even at the
end, in pain, eaten up by cancer,
He said “Without
the pain I would never have come to know
How it is to
float, embraced in a sea of love.”
Perhaps,
under the Mercy, sin will have the same answer,
And that
which beat and scarred us down below
Might yet, perhaps, be worship up above.
Our great joy comes from the ultimate sacrifice and suffering of Christ, for: "Out of Love God became man that in love He might climb the cross and make of it an altar on which to say His first Mass. He offered that Mass that men might be lifted up to the very level of God, share in His nature, live with His life even while here on earth, be made God's very children and legitimate heirs to His heaven." (Fr. Raymond, Love Does Such Things). Thank you for your poems.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
Frances