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Eternal Homeland

To the city of the living Deity
Avoiding trace of impiety uglification
For reverence of liberally given benefits and edification
Guarding as a myrmidon the prize of salvation
To the city of the living God
To reach this Lasting Homeland,
Still, a good deal is missing my Lord.

To the city of the living Divinity
Shunning vice, cultivating virtue -
The desire for the charm of sanctity
For the regard of freely bestowed profusion of graces
To safely reach the Holiest of Places
To the city of the living Deity
Shielding as a stout soldier 'all' with pity
To reach that City of cities,
A great deal is missing my Lord.
Regret each loss... my God.

To the Fatherland... the Ultimate City
Safeguarding the greatest devotion and fidelity
For the regard of freely given Protective Presence...
Guarding as a warrior the Blood of Mercy and absolution
Remaining steadfast in final resolution
To reach the City of the living God
Willing to die - out of love only - on the spot
To reach that Lasting Fatherland,
Always, come short my Lord.

To the City of the Sacred Maternity
Where motherless exult by the mantle of True-Blue Motherhood
There motherliness dwells in joy with pure saintliness
And motherly love is the same as Immaculate Benignity
Virginal Generosity; There love devotional and votive
Remains the one and only motive...
Long downright for this mothering -
This Motherland, my Lord...

To the Kingdom ruled by majesty of Truth and Love
For awe of being given the gift of faith and mystical hope
Guarding as a warrior for Truth, the prize of His unsurpassed Love
Taking refuge in His wounds, eager to be wounded -
A sign for the realness of the poorest form of love
To the City of the living Deity
Undefiled by error, guarding wealth
Of the unshakable twosome of chastity and charity
Miss gravely this City my Lord.

To the Unchanging Homeland...
To God's own country where the Presence of Deity
Triggers weighty feelings of reverential, filial fear
Missing this Homeland dear...
All earthly dealings and gear shall disappear
Yet, the Kingdom where Love and Truth reside
Cannot be shaken...
Cannot be mistaken...
Here, the King is a 'consuming fire, '
Bestowing superabundance
To only one - straight as an arrow - desire...
Where the King is...
There all the wealth is...
So never
Pass the chance
Have a cause for regret
Shame or blame...
As a myrmidon -
Carrying out orders without question or doubt
Lastingly setting eyes on hope that is safe
And Safe Haven again -
Never to feel that something is missing again...

August 15,2008

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Comments (1)

It's a good concept for a poem. I didn't like the last few lines. Actually I think I really like the first two lines of the first two stanzas and the first 3 lines of the last stanza. It would actually be a good poem with just those lines.