Different With God Poem by Glen Kappy
Different With God
God, it's different
with my knowing you.
Into pre-dawn dark
it's natural that Orion seems familiar
instead of cold reminder of a void
that waits to swallow me at death.
No. Down and up my street
I walk for exercise
and take in sky and crickets' calming song—
it all feels comforting.
And when I return through iron gate
into my courtyard then unlock my door
I wonder can death hold any less
than what I find inside this house I like so well?
And when I return through iron gate into my courtyard then unlock my door I wonder can death hold any less than what I find inside this house I like so well? A well penned poem.
thank you, akhtar, for your complimentary words. i didn't set out to write a tract when i wrote this poem, but animating it is my conviction that the resurrection is central to faithful living here and now. be well and blessed! -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/10/2024 1:47:42 PM # 1.0.0
I can relate to the last two lines. I believe that with death our souls will mingle with the Great Soul and that would be very comforting.
comforting indeed instead of into a void or nothingness. thanks for following up on my comment, ruta. -glen -glen