Sin Story
I wrote this poem originally in response to Stacy's post on Open Source Theology about how we experience sin and redemption in our daily lives.
Sin is trying to look like I have wings to fly, when I should be swimming
Saying the right thing for the wrong reason
Living separate from the truth I sense
Forgetting how to love
Keeping love away somehow
Being careless with a being’s heart, even if that being is me
Wanting a better stomachfor myself more than a full stomach for a hungry person
Pretending to be small
Pretending to be big
Pretending
Failing to love
Absence of love
Coldness that doesn’t seek warmth
Sin fills the spot designed for truth and grace
When that place becomes empty
Alone
Sin
Need
Feel the need, the pull
Let the pull bring you toward the first hint
Begin turning around to face yourself
Face God
Repentance that brings joy
A child comes home
A lover returns
No longer utterly alone
Embrace
Cry
Be
It’s okay
There’s a little warm fire warming the cold parts
Time will heal
Together
One
Love covers a multitude of sins
Emergence
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5 comments:
QG,
Awesome stuff. My heart shattered and replasticized just reading your poem. Thank you.
-RM
Love this.
(And thanks for your comments on my gay republicans post.)
My definition of sin (not as poetic as yours) is:
Not being the person God created you to be. (a problem for closeted gay friends)
Wish you were in the congregation I help serve.
J, thanks for your comments and encouragement. I will pray for your church as I head toward my pillow tonight!
J, thanks for your comments and encouragement. I will pray for your church as I head toward my pillow tonight!
Great philosophical depth! Your poetry shouts loud and echoes my own faith experiences.
Blessings and Shalom
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