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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Great (07/06/06)

TITLE: To Become
By Thomas Kappel
07/12/06


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I am sleepy, tired like a young child
falling asleep in his food at the evening table.
Complete. Filled. Fulfilled. Ready.

I sit by the edge of my grave.
I had them dig, straight down, standing up,
arms outstretched.
My grave.
A cross below ground.
Not to ascend. Not to descend.
Not to occupy forever.
More to become one with.
As I was shown for the end.

It is time.
I am old, but not sick, frail,
weak, or faint.
It is my time. That is all.
Time for the second death.
And I know it.

Mother is gone
to be called again
to form on the other side.
To join Son, Father, and husband
sharing eternity.
And I too, to become.

I am he whom the Lord loved.
I am he who partaked of the way
and the visions.
I, who was given to care, to see,
to live again and to die again,
naturally.

They come now. To be with me.
Those that belong to Him
still in my care.
I slide into the ground, raise out my arms,
and rest. Head down. Feet firmly on Spirit Earth.

They fill the grave with dirt. My head sticks out.
They cover it with a wet cloth and walk away.

I am alone, but joined, one with all.
I wait, breathing, listening, opening,
as He comes.
In the great shining white light.
Arms out to embrace me.
Smiling his love.

I, the Eagle of God,
fly into the light,
joined into the one,
and
am gone.


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Mark Anthony Belosa07/14/06
Thought-provoking...I think I have to read this again and again to appreciate the message.
Marilyn Schnepp 07/15/06
I humbly 'fess up to my ignorance. I don't understand any part of this obviously beautiful poetic form of free verse; however, I did look for this weeks topic... "Great", and couldn't even find that. Perhaps I need glasses, more education, a shrink? It is probably ME that needs critiquing...not the writer. (smile)
Melanie Kerr 07/15/06
This is an interesting poem! Is this based on St John who wrote the gospel? Did he get buried alive, standing up or am I reading this too literally? An authorís note might help here!
Thomas Kappel07/15/06
Yes, this is John--Eagle of God See, John 11:3--John 19:26,27--John 21:20-25--Lots of stories on John's natural death.