In Memorium

A Confession and Prayer

Shall these words be read
A hundred years from now?
What then shall be said
Of he who wrote them now?
There is naught to say,
Save that he was a man.
Often led astray,
A weak and sinful man.
Let then those who make
His work a mighty god.
Know that such things break
Before the might of God.
Let all those who seek
To name him worse than slime.
Know their curses weak,
He was a curse on slime.
Let then those who see
In his work some good.
Find the truth and flee
Unto the only Good.
Let in those who read
These words upon the page,
God plant a good seed
And joy their ending page.
Lest all those who treat
These words as naught but dust
Find, their end to meet,
That they are also dust.

God bless.