On Bonhoeffer’s Reply to Heidegger: A Poem

The lonely eye whose pow’rful gaze
Rebounds from walls of stony glaze
With self-reflected glory marred
By windows black and portals barred
Can love aright the mortal role
And almost stretch t’ another soul,
Yet find its consciousness and breath
Defined by loneliness of death.
Reflect within on walls of stone
And die alone.

But ponder one whom worlds anoint
To die in every present point,
A soul stretched timeless ‘cross the span
As th’ ever-dying dying man.
Might this forever dying breath
Companion be to every death?
How glorious then if death should die
And redefine the lonely eye.
Reflect upon the sight above
And die with love.

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