At Romans 8:28

[for two early Christians, believers:

Kaisarion, Ptolemey XV; and Neaniskos;

Matthew 2:1 and Mark 16:5]

 

Good health and my two legs' mobility

have disappeared like some transparent wraith;

but I know Christ has not abandoned me:

and this affliction finds utility,

its purpose, to achieve delivery---

(despite my body's subtle perfidy)---

of elevated spirituality

closer to early Christianity;

as earthly prospects are propelling me

starward toward Christ in Whom my destiny---

is:  saved in Him, sanctified eternally.

Heaven's joys give my local misery

new meaning on which faith and hope agree;

and I proclaim it in this poetry---

the fellowship of the mystery,

and the grandeur of its spirituality.


Starward


[*/+/^]

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Kaisarion and Neaniskos (see the Scriptures cited in the dedicatory headnote of the poem) have, or will have, appeared elsewhere in my poetry.

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