Monday, August 29, 2016

POEM: We Are In Dark Places As Dead Men



POEM: We Are In Dark Places As Dead Men
By: Eric Gajewski
From the work, "Fortress of the Soul" 
We have groped for the wall, and like the blind we have groped as if we had no eyes: we have stumbled at noonday as in darkness, we are in dark places as dead men.  Is 59:10

Here is the latest poem from "Fortress of the Soul".  Please enjoy and share it.  We should often keep death, sin, judgement and hell before our inner eyes.  
At the end is a collection of some of my poems
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We Are In Dark Places As Dead Men
We looked for Light but beheld the Darkness
Brightness, we sought, yet we perpetually stumble
Like the Blind Who, Without Eyes, will never be surprised
Who are found now only feasting uponst self’s dead carcass
It is cold! O’ Who can embrace this harshness
Lonely is this place say the lamenting
These webs shalst not be for clothing
For our feet walk in evil always, our thoughts unprofitable
We are here, lost, where there is no time, wasting
Peace, is not with us, for restless we remain
Eternally hiding in the devils den
Speak these souls locked in self’s prison
Who roam downst below in the Abyss, eternally saying
For we are in dark places as dead men


'I am filled with fear and trembling, and all my bones are shaken at the thought of that unhappy country of the damned.'

'Totus tremo atque horreo; ad memoriam istius regionis concussa sunt omnla ossa me.'

St. Bernard
 

'The natural fire that we see during this life has great power to burn and torment. Yet this is not even a shadow of the fire of Hell. There are two reasons why the fire of Hell is more dreadful beyond all comparison than the fire of this life.

The first reason is the justice of God, which the fire serves as an instrument in order to punish the infinite wrong done to his supreme majesty, which has been despised by a creature. Therefore, justice supplies this element with a burning power, which almost reaches the infinite. . .

The second reason is the malice of sin. As God knows that the fire of this world is not enough to punish sin, as it deserves, He has given the fire of Hell a power so strong that it can never be comprehended by any human mind. Now, how powerfully does this fire burn?

It burns so powerfully, O my soul, that, according to the ascetical masters, if a mere spark of it fell on a millstone; it would reduce it in a moment to powder. If it fell on a ball of bronze, it would melt it in an instant as if it were wax. If it landed on a frozen lake, it would make it boil in an instant.'

St. Anthony Mary Claret
 
Other Poems:
tradcatknight.blogspot.com/2016/08/poem-last-stand.html#more
http://tradcatknight.blogspot.com/2016/02/poem-reign-over-me.html

 
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