Confessions (a poem based on the writings of Saint Augustine)

At the altar of a holy God,
the knees of man do quake
in silent supplication
for a nation at its wake.
At the altar of a holy God,
the heart repents of pride
professing of the blessing
by the Spirit that’s its guide.
At the altar of a holy God,
man sees ambitions twist,
releasing what was leasing
the perdition of his list.
At the altar of a holy God,
man empties all he is,
to take the cup
that ushers up,
to drink of what is His.
So bellows this poor fellow
with a sorrow in his song,
acquired from ancient Adam,
in a garden going wrong.
I hope I shall return to thee,
and taste a greater fruit-
a pear tree unpolluted,
by what’s suited for its root.
-Amy Struthers
(Painting by: Bartolome Esteban Murillo)

7 Comments Add yours

  1. What a wonderful poem.
    Perfect rhyme and rhythm of words made me speechlessness


  2. *sleepless. (damn auto correct) .lol ,😂😂😂😂


  3. righthandedrhymer says:

    Merci beaucoup, Suyash. As a writer, this is an encouragement to me 🙂


  4. Thank you Soo much for your Soo kind words


  5. righthandedrhymer says:

    Oh no! Here’s to a peaceful slumber. My apologies in keeping you awake 😂😂


  6. 😂😂😂😂


  7. righthandedrhymer says:

    No problemo 🙂


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