War of Contrition

Saxon Crow

How many more times must we say I'm sorry?
How many more years of guilt and worry
We follow you so meek and blind
Bound to a sin from another time
You say you love and forgive us all
But still we struggle, strive and crawl
Oh heavenly father hear our cries
Take us back before we die
But your silence is thunder to our ears 
Our apologies a waste of tears
And yet we continue the path of forgiveness
A never ending state of divine powerlessness 
Must I believe in your heavenly cure? 
Forgive me father but I'm not so sure

 

 

  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2021 00:24
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  • Doggerel Dave

    'your silence' says it all, Sax - why do you bother?
    Great write but too many words for me; however who knows, it might get someone else ....thinking?

  • dusk arising

    A huge con instigated and perpetuated by the christian churches to subtly place the believer in their emotional control.
    Once a person frees themselves from christian doctrine and accepts the natural spirituality within us all then the truth begins to dawn if one lets it.
    Your poem is a good expression of the guilty opressive burden christianity, be it protestant or catholic, places upon every innocent soul it captures - usually from tender years.

    • Michael Edwards

      Not just Christianity but many other religions besides.

      • Saxon Crow

        Tis very true Dusk

      • L. B. Mek

        (really sorry for hijacking your comment section, dear poet
        I was just inspired by your words
        and couldn't control my overzealous nature,
        I meant no disrespect by doing so)..
        some people delight at an ice cream treat
        others shake their head in bewilderment
        at how sugared milk - frozen
        can improve someone's mood;
        science went and explained it all
        used words like dopamine hits
        to validate its mood swing effects;
        but we forget
        there was a time - before,
        when milk and sugar, was only
        for kings and queens
        and their aristocracy feeders,
        while people's lives were valued by
        their muscles or weapons
        or the power to make other's wield
        those oppressive resources
        for a name or banner;
        in those days, some inked words
        shared - freely, was all people had
        to believe that they had something
        more: to aim for, in life;
        now fast-forward a few centuries
        and we all own, handbag sized guns
        with silencers thrown-in for free
        but expect 'civility' to insure
        nobody uses them: on us - righteously;
        a time where
        humanity's fallible - fingerprints
        has distorted all-things goodness
        in what was once
        our theological appeasement of life,
        now people scream and hate a deity
        they don't believe-in, absurdly?
        while the Pope rides
        a gold bulletproof Rolls Royce, accompanied
        by motorcades, armed
        with those all-important donation boxes
        a 10% minimum premium, of all you earn
        your price of inclusion, non-negotiable for entry
        into your miraged depiction of heaven,
        and Ayatollah's fight democracy
        for modernity's truly empowering capacity
        to wield Nuclear bombs, freely;
        and the Jews, as always
        spend their day-to-day, counted-out existence
        plotting an economical path
        to their continued survival,
        cursing the day
        they ever shared, 'their God'
        with such an ungrateful world...

      • Poetic Dan

        Wow, what an ending! Thank you for sharing

        • Saxon Crow

          Thanks Dan. Glad you liked the ending.

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Well written, S.C.
          We have been "Huck Finned" from the beginning.

        • Neville



          the middle way has always kinda worked for me ...........
          what a gift you have bestowed upon us here today sir 🙂



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