Treasure Island

John Scully

(19th October 1947 / London)

In A State Of Grace


Does the heart moment and explore abstractions
or is it just flesh and blood, a pumping station?
That it can grow radiant and resplendent,
that I am sure, not just seeking to extend our lives.
It's internal hidden caverns and caves
that break love, beauty, old and new
does have some strange union with a GOD who made it.
Does it stop suddenly to think, 'I've had enough'?
or is it just the 'Man' above who needs us more than we would care.
It might just stop, but something more happens,
our earthly life takes a rest, and overshadowed by mortality
welcomes the distant beings that 'He' wanted us to be.
A sort of 'Numinous', a 'Nirvana' in time for Easter Day.

Submitted: Friday, March 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013

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