Notes from the Other Side

 I divested myself of despair
and fear when I came here.


Now there is no more catching
one's own eye in the mirror,

there are no bad books, no plastic,
no insurance premiums, and of course

no illness.
 Contrition 
does not exist, nor gnashing

of teeth.
 No one howls as the first
clod of earth hits the casket.


The poor we no longer have with us.
 
Our calm hearts strike only the hour,

and God, as promised, proves
to be mercy clothed in light.

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