Skin is thinning, eyesight dimming, absent mindedness is less forgiving. Grace, oh Grace, my gentle surrender, I keep You no longer asunder.
Better than reliable eyesight is clocking out and the corporeal body
gasps its last breath.
The mystery is heavenly infusion:
a Grace to “see” unlike the seeing known
to us before as human earthlings.
Until then, it’s good to repeat often: we leave our bodies behind, we are soul without body, the separation, the discomfort, making us a little less than the angels.
Angels do not have bodies
but an infused supernatural
ability to see, as will we.
Our body, now rather violently decaying until, dust it becomes; a scattering, it’s dusty history securely rooted in Omnipotence and Omniscience so that when the Day arrives, it will be duly gathered from all corners, made new, rejoined to the soul, and forever reign in glory.
New sensual eyes, glorified, now fixating forever on the One True Lover.
Gary Edward Geraci
