When I think of you,
I think of fear
and I think of the terrible unseen
You may appear in disguise one day
and I will not know
I have failed you so many times
yet I persist upon my shortcomings
I am foolishly involved in my mind’s mishaps
My aims are dependent on you
but I make a habit of forgetting you
My future lingers upon your blessings
yet I make a mockery
of what you have bestowed upon me
by committing arrogant deeds
My Lord, forgive me
for I fail so often
I am scared in my own futility
But you have awakened remorse within me
O’ my Lord, now help me do good.
30 June 2007
2 comments:
You write as beautifully as always. I always missed reading ur stuff. Now that i've fouind ur blog, i wont have to.
:)
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a beautiful piece, more on redemption, our relationship to God, our remorse
in the beginning, it is clear, then it becomes slightly non-apparent as to direction or what this poem truly means, then it picks up again...
Lord should be sign-posted at beginning of poem...
Then that way it is utmost clear, it is a poem written to express our humility before and about God...
I like the ending however, concludes on a sprightly note; oh Lord, help me to do good
I would like to write such poetry one day; humble poetry, in servitude to God, through words...
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