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Thoughts of a Catholic Stillborn
I'm denied my beatific vision.
I can't see the light laid out before me.
All I've known is infant indecision:
Imprisoned at birth and never set free.
What is the crime to my long punishment?
I'm indisposed of my eternal fate.
I can't learn of material torment;
I can't have hope- I was baptized too late.
I wasn't purified in mercy's well.
My sins weren't sacrimentally erased.
I'm left of heaven, on the edge of hell,
Unaware of supernatural grace.
I'm stuck in limbo until the water
Douses passion for something holier.
poem
by
Tim Stensloff
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