The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
As I Lie Dying

My sins lift the Cross to its apex
So forgiveness may shine forth upon us
A river of graces bestowed
through the sweetness of our Blessed Mother
and the Army of Saints and Angels
together with those waiting in Limbo
or the Purgatory of our forgetting
as they pray incessantly for the living Lost
who line up along the golden bricked road
waiting to burn.

Allow me to keep spinning...
the Greatest Tale of Mercy
a cautionary story for those not yet
boyscouted into the adulthood of the Righteous
but heed its lessons well lest you make
our Loving God punish you for your wickedness
and the aspirations of your apostasy.

For those of us who enjoy a fiery kiss
let us emulate the exultations of the Seraphim
lean upon our Lover's heart like John at table
entranced by Jesus' eyes, longing to caress
His Divinity with your Adoration and
know the depths of what
Thomas could only finger crudely yet
fail to penetrate for he was too honest to
Lie dying in our Mother's arms, dripping with
the fetid stench, incapable of ascending or
lifting his head, cleaved upon the Rock,
and broken for all of us that we may have
Eternal Life.
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