Forgiveness
by Jeff Woodward
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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I enter the cathedral
Hoping my scarred body to ignite on contact
With the blessed liquid that foams from the dragon's mouth
I genuflect before the beaten god
Hoping that his mercy can take me away
To damnation or paradise, it really doesn't matter
To me they are both the same
One offers death; the other life
But what is life without death?
What is good without evil, or black without white?
I'll just wait until my sins are heard
And god knows I've sinned
The secrets will rush from me like Noah's great flood
And I might be ashamed, or maybe not
The priest will only look at me with uncaring eyes
The same way my wife does
Knowing that he's heard it all before
Until I tell him what I really am
I am God
That I will die for my own sins
And rise from the grave
Only to find nothing has changed
The same looks of contempt
The same fear and hate
I only want to be resurrected
To be loved and respected
The devil has nothing over me
At least he had love at one time
By the same beaten god looking down at me
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
6/26/2008 |
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This is a challenege to all of us and a worthwhile one at that. I like this very much, especially the closing lines so well enunciated and powerful.
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| Reviewed by blue soplain |
6/26/2008 |
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gothic; i say it all the time, and it seems fearfully true here: there IS a beauty in the breaking. there is. and a grace that comes from wounds. .. "The secrets will rush from me like Noah's great flood
And I might be ashamed, or maybe not"---such a seizing line; what is good without evil you ask? what is confession without contrition?.....but the honesty with which you admit your.self...is courageous and culminating.
i am beginning to love your introspective voice. i best keep up with you.
ness
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
6/26/2008 |
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Jeff,
This is quite a jog of morality. There's nothing that God can't or won't forgive. Many questions can be stirred from your poem but the answers can only come from within each of us. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
6/25/2008 |
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I hear a soul drowning in a lost sea and being jostled about by the waves. In time healing and forever you will walk in the sunlight soaking up God's love....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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