Transubstantiation
Whatever dies grows stronger
by its love, that cannot die
but simply can't be stopped
for its inviolable continuity
that must go on forever
by a force much stronger than of nature,
which the dead know better than the living,
since they see it all quite clearly
that is blurred for us by our senses.
Open up your spiritual eyes
and close your mortal eyes
to all things mortal,
and you shall begin to see
eternity in spirituality
enlightened by a greater light
than any blinding one on earth.
The angels have no wings but fly the higher
for the loss of them, and so do mortals
for the loss of all their senses
of their mortal bodies.
It is all perfectly natural,
the supernaturalness
of this weird illusion
of our mortal life.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-07 at 23:50
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