Posted February 2nd, 2021 by Gracithe1andonly
in denial that I'm in college
February 2nd, 2021
“Constant conversion!” they told me beforehand,
“From moment to moment remember
The love of the Christ who has given his life
To fan your sick soul’s dying ember.”
He, the Philosopher named by Aquinas
Wrote long before Christ was incarnate,
Wrote wisely of horror unfolding to good.
“It’s difficult,” mumble I. “Darn it!”
Conversion is dizzying—turning forever
Towards sources of bonds that one never can sever
‘Til dazzling goodness takes up the created
And leaves the dust behind.
I can’t believe, I can’t conceive,
That there can be someone
Who’s never felt the water sweet
Or swum a race and won.
It’s good to swim face-down and swift,
But better still (and right,)
Is with your face upturned to drift,
Beholding heaven’s light.
Describe a line in twilight skies
To keep the narrow way,
To never drift into the lies
That mar each earthly day.
(And if you find with sudden fear
You’re drifting close to death,
Fly up and take your fill of air.
Do not forget your breath.)
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