Contemplations on a Midnight Moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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


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.

Submitted: January 28, 2013

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