Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
Take-Home Pay - Poem by Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
Now that you arrived in the afterlife,
What was your earned income?
Hope you did not see the ugliness
Of laziness, greediness, and loftiness,
Damaging gratifications of hideous temptations,
Deadly leprosy of hidden jealousy,
The unsightliness of superfluity,
The repulsiveness of impurity and irascibility.
Hoping that you had loved the unlovable
Until you found them likeable.
Hope you did not fall
Into a grievous, uncontrite transgression
When you were given
Life's fathomless possession.
Now that you are in the next world,
Hope that you have seen your soul pristine
With your True Liberator's Face within...
For all time, praying and hoping
You found your true Home.
And you, my earthly brother,
Do you possess the longing
To be the nearest to Him and His Sacred Mother?
Do you wish the same for your own brother?
Is there enough grain? ...
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