Three Poems on Life and Death


The heart is just a muscle

Pumping blood–the soul

Is something else. I tussle

With the thought, that whole

Or part, what’s called the heart,

May be more than a breath

Of life, a longing unto death.


The eye, a window to the soul,

Reveals what I conceal in part

While others see the whole

I cannot see: the heart

I neither feel nor see

Behind the window of my eye.


Dropping Like Flies

A fly lives but a day

Or two, then falls away,

While we endure for years,

Some more, some less, in tears,

In laughter, till, like the fly,

We die.


Eric Jensen, SJ, works in the Spiritual Exercises ministry at Loyola House, Guelph, Ontario. He also paints and writes. He is the author of Entering Christ's Prayer (Ave Maria Press, 2007)and Ignatius Loyola and You (Novalis 2018).

  • John McManus
    Posted at 05:42h, 16 June Reply

    thank you Eric. Simple and striking – like most important things, I imagine. I hope you are well


  • Peter Bisson SJ
    Posted at 08:12h, 16 June Reply

    Thank you Eric!

  • Bill Clarke, sj
    Posted at 15:29h, 16 June Reply

    Simple and meaningful. Thanks Eric

  • Grace Colella
    Posted at 17:37h, 16 June Reply

    Thank you for your thoughtful poetry.

  • Jeanine Glute IBVM
    Posted at 13:51h, 17 June Reply

    Thank you. Much appreciated.

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