I have been here for a long time,
As you can surely see.
All friends and family dead and gone,
None left to pray for me.
If only I had known in life,
What waited past death’s door,
I would have sacrificed and prayed,
More than I had before.
I did just what I had to do,
At least that’s what I thought.
But now I see that I fell short,
From what the Church had taught.
These purgatory pains are real,
The Father’s gift of grace,
A time to cleanse myself from sin,
So, I can see God’s Face.
My contrition was imperfect,
My heart and will so frail,
Without these cleansing holy fires,
I would end up in hell.
And if by chance you read these words,
Please say a prayer for me,
That soon my soul is spotless and
The Father’s face I see.
©2017 Donna Sue Berry
“Our Souls, They Are Not Dead – Poems, Prayers, and Promises for the Poor Souls in Purgatory” Available at bookstores and Amazon. Purchase our Books