AN ACCORDIONIST IN HEAVEN

I don’t have to get up any more.
I don’t have to open my eyes
And wrestle with the day.
Finished and complete am I,
No longer on the way
To wherever it was I was going before.

Memory has quickly faded away.
Good or bad, it’s lost its charm
To daunt or to inspire,
To help me or to harm,
Or to engage me by the hour
in the evils of my mortal clay.

From now on I live as one with God.
What was bad in me has disappeared,
What was good was always God, I see.
My weakness it was that made me fear,
God’s strength has destroyed sinful Me,
Oblivious, I forget and follow His Law.

   – St. Clair Carr

An Accordionist in Heaven © John FitzGerald, 2007

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