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

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

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  3. righthandedrhymer says:

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

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  4. Thank you Soo much for your Soo kind words

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  5. righthandedrhymer says:

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

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  6. 😂😂😂😂

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  7. righthandedrhymer says:

    No problemo 🙂

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