Reflections Of A Dying Monk Poem by James Mullaney

Surrounded by these sancturary walls
I've lived for forty years in solemn prayer
and now the Master to his kingdom calls
My soul, two questions for to answer there.
Was fear somehow the best response to life?
Would not it better be to have believed
in love's eternal antidote to grief:
The summons to rejoice we've all received?
And yet the world is not a nicer place
nor will it be until we've been with Christ
and looked pale, deathly pallor in the face
and understood the Life he sacrificed.
I want at last this missive to impart:
Abide in Truth and trust the Sacred Heart.