I
don’t know what I’m going to say when I have to face my final farewell—
Not
sure if anyone knows for certain!
I’ve
thought about it, even practiced such lines as:
“See
you soon, baboon!” or
“See
you later alligator!” to make things light on the living.
How
about a simple but serious: “By for now.”
You
see it’s not so simple when it comes right down to it.
I’ve
even taken a personal inventory, like St. Paul did, to examine what I’d leave
behind.
I
mean, will I be leaving things better or worse? That is to say: more good than
bad or more bad than good behind?
This
is the long goodbye I’m talking about, not the one where one goes to the
grocery store and returns with a bag full.
This
is the one, one must trust everything to somebody, and I mean everything, and
that somebody is the Lord; the very last adios that Pope Francis calls the
final “Addio!”
So
I ask, what am I to say on that short day?
To
write as a ditty or note, my last words on earth?
I’ve
come to the conclusion today to leave this in the hands of the Holy Spirit.
Why?
Because
it is the last teachings I will ever receive on earth, and it must be taught by
the Holy Spirit, and by no other, and taught at that specific moment, why?
Is
it not said: he who takes the wrong road makes the journey twice? And my dear
friends, there will not be any twice this time.
No: 4770/5-19-2015
Poem was inspired by Pope Francis, during one of his speeches in May of
2015.
