Saving Grace

 

Lord, if it be Your will:

Please grant my lungs the ability and the capacity,

To consume and hold within momentarily,

One last drag of delicious, sumptuous tobacco,

And let its mystical tendrils

Leap a final time into my failing brain,

So that that dying membrane may experience,

Before its expiation, what it is to be truly alive.

Let the nicotine excite every nerve-ending,

Causing them to jump and sway madly before

They must surrender to their transient nature,

And rot and dissolve amidst the worms

Below the surface of the Earth.
Let my waning body have another chance

To know the terrestrial bliss before its imminent collapse,
So that my soul would be better prepared

To enter into the realm of Divine.

And I pity those who have never,

In their entire lives, tasted your enchanting kiss;

Those who actually spend their annoying lives

Trying to deny others your saving grace,

In their endless unkindness and stupidity.