from the pages of Patrick's
Personal Spiritual Journal
(un-retouched)
Each day I become a bit more unraveled.
My body has begun the wearing out stage. Growing was over some fifteen years ago. Weakness and pain begin to slowly take over. I resist a little bit But I do not reject the reality. My grip on this life loosens And my hope buds. One day I will, O glorious day, let go altogether And my everything will be swallowed up in Light and Joy and Life Unreality choked out by Reality. My thoughts drift more now than ever To that other dimension Where everything is always new And striving ends. One would think that all this Would diminish my appreciation For this dimension’s joys But, Oh, quite the contrary. I am like a man leading the race By a mile on the last lap Striving and worry behind—goal just ahead I smile the victor’s smile. The enjoy the race more than ever Sandwiches never tasted so good Coffee was never so rich Skies never so blue My child’s laugh never so pristine And all the flowers dance The TV is funnier And dinner lasts all night And the kiss of my beloved As true as an arrow hitting the mark.
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Rev. RieckePatrick is Routine Revelation. These are entries from his personal spiritual journal. Most entries were written several years before they were published. For more on Rev. Riecke, click here. Archives
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