LENTEN KNELLS

A thought nags at the back of the mind,
Amongst Eden’s ejected brethren –
Heaven, how can we find?
Stem this life so heathen.

Death’s dark gown hovers,
Tarrying, our souls to pluck –
‘neath these mortal covers
Our Maker to take us back.

Oh folly! So gory!
These assumptions of immortality –
What, pray, glory
Awaits us in eternity?

Hark! All you mortals
This much I can say –
Open are Heavenly Portals
Kneel thither this Easter day.

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