A remorseful song

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whenever leave the fellowship of my christian brethren i feel like am backsliding, so i wrote this poem to address that issue...

Submitted: April 19, 2016

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A remorseful song

(Sequel to letter from a bereft soul)

Mudiaga-Maxwell Iki

 

 

My mouth will open up my brethren,

To sing you a remorseful song;

And this unstable knees of mine,

Will fall down before our God and your council

With my entire being re-echoing a remorseful plea

And with my eyes fill with tears

Tears large enough to fill this emptiness deep within me

My mouth will open up my brethren

And plefuly demand for an apology

With a remorseful spirit

That will cry out with confession

A confession that will foretell

The childishness of my untamed self

 

My eyes will open up my brethren

And refrain from all its absorbent of negativity.

My eyes will open up my brethren

To see the world clearly as she is

Then to always dance away from

All tempting imaginations of a pink rose bed

And fellow after the foot step of the Christ

 

My heart will open up my brethren

And wail with ashes—

At its faintness

In turbulent short elapses—

My heart will open up my brethren

And refrain from this well of vanity

From which its draws

Day in day out

And from which it falls

So quickly

Night in night out

My heart

Still yells with excitement

To sing you a remorseful song

My brethren

 

My mind will open up my brethren

And out stand

In your gathering places

To abjure all lust after lust

And design a path

To the quickest route to your presence

Instead of this frequent absconding from you

My brethren

My mind will open up my brethren

And deny all its conceptions

Gathered from mother’s breast

And aid my mouth to sing aloud

A song of remorse

To Father’s glorious hearing

 

My mouth will open up my brethren

To sing a remorseful song

Which I intend

To ring high above all unnumbered mountains

So that my abjure

Won’t be axiomatic before you,

My beloved, brethren.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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