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Contemplations on a Midnight Moon

Poetry By: Iskah E Shirah

Thoughts I had one July night in the relatively recent past.

Submitted:Jan 28, 2013    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Hand grasping,
Finger up,
Pious sneering,
"Lord, forgive me";
The Lord is not pleased.

Hands dirty,
Eyes red,
Shame suffocating,
"God, I sin, forgive me";
The Lord rejoices.

Hands wretched,
Eyes upward, dramatic,
Praying aloud for pious pride to hear,
"Lord, I sinneth, I beateth mine flesh into subservience; wash mine iniquity away";
The Lord can only hide.


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