TradCatKnight Poem: "If Today Be My Last Day..."

TradCatKnight Poem:
"If Today Be My Last Day..."

By: Eric Gajewski

From the Work "Fortress of The Soul"

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“If Today be the day I die…”

If today be that day,

Blessed still be Thy Name

Wherest my tears like the barren river run dry

Wherest my broken down body shall eventually die

Wherest in my hopes that it will one day again arise

If today be that day,

Let the Immaculate Heart of Mary pave the way

Wherest in Thy Fortress no more there are lies

Wherest we fly away from those earthly cries

Wherest the eagles gather *wingless in the eternal skies

If today be that day,

May my heart this morn’ not go astray

Wherest I might be delivered into the Presence of the All-wise

Wherest man’s money no longer buys

Wherest no concealed sin any longer hides

If today be that day

Let me remain alone in silence to pray

Wherest two hearts unto one another, recognize

Wherest I can perpetually look deeply into His Eyes

Wherest above all things created, His Love defies….

*wingless= in heaven faith and hope are no longer found but only the eyes of charity remain

PRACTICAL REFLECTIONS.

To fear death, and not to avoid sin, which alone can make it really terrible, is to fear it unavailably for salvation; for, as Christians, we ought to dread it so as to make the fear of it the motive and rule of a good life. The great secret of dying happily is to live always in the same state in which we hope to die, and in which we desire that God may find us when our last hour shall have arrived. We should, therefore, do all the good and practice all the virtues now, which we shall then wish to have done and practiced. Endeavor to die daily to some one of all those things which, when thou departest hence, thou must leave forever. Happy the Christian who dies often in spirit ere he quits the flesh. His death shall be holy and precious in the sight of God

Prayer

O’ my God by thy grace deliver us from our past and by this same sanctifying grace bury the “old man” in the tombs of “self” never to be remembered anymore. May thy grace which we asketh of Thee this day continually root out all imperfections and resurrect within me all things anew in You. Mayst I be strong enough in thy grace to recognize my weaknesses and let my weakness in this recognition be my strength. Thus, If today is my last day let it be alone with Thee, My Beloved Prince Who are the Owner of everyday…