My Final Wish ~ Billy J Barnard
Look upon this mortal flesh as if it were an empty shell.
For I am no longer here with you. My spark is gone.
I hope those who are here to see me off, are all doing well.
Value not your grief, for in your memory I live on.
My eternal life has been guaranteed by the blood of Christ.
My new adventure started the moment I closed my eyes.
I promise, I will not return to you as a poltergeist.
For a ghostly visit would not be worth the haunted sighs.
On my new journey, I take nothing with me.
No massed fortune of possessions will do.
My spirit leaves, clothed only in a light you cannot see.
What’s left behind, I leave to all of you.
Behind are heartaches, pains, and sufferings.
That to each mortal is their plight.
Needs, Wants, and Fears, I will not take these things.
As I travel to that Holy light.
That you find happiness in the greatest of deeds.
This is My Final Wish.
Invite strangers to your table, find joy in attending their needs.
And make the Love you share, your favorite dish.
Now imagine this last act, I give to you.
A simple bow, to the left and to the right.
I’ll dance away, the old soft shoe.
And disappear into the blissful night.
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“Look upon this mortal flesh as if it were an empty shell.”
I always look at how writers put things and admire the diction they use. This line is phrased beautifully. It is a creative way to phrase something that could have been put plainly.
This poem is great!
Some of the lines are a little long so they don’t flow as easy, but other than that, this piece is truly profound.
Great Job!
Thank you. I agree some of the lines are too long. I’ll be working on it this week. My process has been to knock a work out quickly, while The idea is still fresh. Then I post it as I am looking to tweak it. Helps to get more than one set of eyes on it.
Hey I love it, the words, the meaning, and it is so spiritually uplifting to all of us who believe and know Jesus Christ as our personal Savior , thanks.
This poem is done really nicely. All of it sounds beautiful and makes the reader think of death in a different way. I do suggest that you work on rhythm in your poem. Not all poems need rhythm; however, I can hear a hint of rhythm in yours. Play around with it and see what happens.