A Poem

CONFESSION

Hands you gave me that sometimes lock in prayer,

Knees that are strong enough to stand some kneeling,

Two eyes one heart that often turn towards you

And belief in another-world beyond matter.

I have been packing for a longsome journey,

Though for decades I’ve known I would be going,

Ring out the choirs of the heavenly host,

I go on living as if nothing knowing.

Where all the lights go out, go out completely,

Where all my loved ones one by one return,

My tour-guides shall be, shall be holy angels,

For Eden longing with what peace I burn.

With Easter greetings, from the Rev. László Fazakas.