Whited Sepulchers ~by Lynda ODriscoll
Ashcraft A voice of warning is unto allWho live upon this
earth;Our King soon comes to claim his own,And bring another
birth.The earth is ripe in greed and lust,Each seeks his own
desire;Our Lord and Judge will end all sin,And purify with fire. Oh, sons of men:We must beware,Account for time and
gold,For whited sepulchers,Gleaming bright,Are filled with
dead mens bones.Let us try to love mankind,Unconditionally;Let us share our time and wealth --But not for men to see;Let us
have a contrite heart,By overcoming sin,While we seek the Lord our
God,And live His truth within.For whited sepulchers --Marbled, cold --Will crumble and decay,Then, their secrets bold,
and dark,Shall be judged His way.Yet, if we seek His love and
truth,Walk the light of Virtues friend;We will feel His gaze and
touch --Our very souls Hell mend.For whited sepulchers --From old to new -- Are changed to Temple white;When we
trust His gentle hand, We become pure, and filled with Light.
Follow up on poem...too bad the apostrophes didn't carry over at the possessive
of Virtue and contraction "He will" ... obsessive compulsiveness
sometimes reflects the reality of the whited sepulcher within the poet.
Oh how sweet. Sunday school lessons being passed off as news articles.