The Detained

Who has died and gone to the side of Christ,

That does not make intercession,

For all the people

He has failed in life?

 

Who can stand in Purgatory’s flame,

And cease to cry out

For loved ones

Left in Time?

 

God hears the cry of the poor,

And who is poorer

Than the abandoned,

And detained at the threshold of Heaven,

Awaiting the forgiveness of those,

Who are careless of their fate?

 

No one goes to Heaven alone.

The cleansed and the holy,

Grab the tassles

Of your prayer shawl.

 

Lower your eyes.

Beat your breast.

Forget yourself.

Remember the family of God.

 

Together let us

Praise the Living God,

Who waits in Mercy for mercy,

For He calls all

To be His own.

 

©2012 Joann Nelander

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “The Detained

  1. I was just thinking as I read your poems for this week that whenever we deny the poor what we can give it is a very big deal because Christ depends on us to be His arms and legs. Whatever He gives us is meant to share with others. Then I think about how selfish I am. Purgatory can be a really long time unless we convert.

    • You scare me a bit, but St. John Chrystostom scared me more: ” “The bread which you do not use is the bread of the hungry; the garment hanging in your wardrobe is the garment of him who is naked; the shoes that you do not wear are the shoes of the one who is barefoot; the money that you keep locked away is the money of the poor” Conversion can’t start soon enough!

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