Do you care? Really? How much?
you
feel
remorse
for
your
part in sin?
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Greek word for sin is ἁμαρτία (hamartia), originally an ancient Greek archery term meaning “to miss the mark.” Over time, particularly in Aristotle’s Poetics, the term evolved to signify a tragic flaw or error in judgment that leads to a character's downfall.
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Short but strong. It asks deep questions and makes the reader stop and think about their actions and feelings. Well written!!!
Yay, the first comment! Thank you so much, Salvia. I am glad you saw the value in that as this one does leave it hanging awkwardly, hopefully leading to self-reflection. I am glad it delivered, my dear friend. Have a wonderful evening. ⚖️🧠🕯️🙏
Always looking at the form of your poems Tristan I was first taken by the horizontal and then vertical read. The dual meaning woven when putting the two together. The question (doubtful of the cursory answer usually given to such a question) Followed by the vertical follow up implied in if you do prove it by admitting remorse. Here the mind falls into weaving out of thin air what the remorse is about. The word sin is introduced and one can take it as betrayal or as involvement with the one speaking. Are you feeling bad for betraying me or conversely do you feel bad about your involvement with me. The duality is a great mix. I may be well off base but this came through to me. Loved the creativity and for that a fave
Thank you — you are not off base at all. I would just add that, as I wrote it, the poem was less about someone wronging me personally and more about grappling with my own role in the brokenness I see around me. It began as a hard, self-reflective question…one that I then flipped outward toward the reader. So yes, it could be directed at someone else, or at oneself — I think that’s part of the duality you so insightfully picked up on. Your interpretation affirms the kind of engagement I was hoping for: that pause for reflection. I’m grateful for your time, your attention to the form, and your astute reading of the text. Deeply appreciated, my friend. ⚖️🧠🕯️🙏
Tremendous.
Thank you so much, Thomas! Much appreciated, my friend! ⚖️🧠🕯️🙏
Terrifying, when you put it that way, downright terrifying. The inherent caustic tone blatently querying owns such pride, as it were, the soul shivers. She took of the tree because it--and thereafter they clothed themselves with fig leaves, whilst hiding from the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day. Piercingly rendered with excellent imagery and a killer poignancy.
Indeed — it haunts, and because of that, I know it’s an uncomfortable read. As I shared with Soren, it began as a moment of self-reflection on my own role in the brokenness around me…which I then inverted and aimed outward at the reader. I believe sin is hard to deny — and when someone truly examines their part in it, that awareness can, hopefully, plant the seed for change. At least, it does in me. 🤣 Thank you so much for your time, your astute reading, and your honest analysis, dear Missy. Always appreciated, my friend. ⚖️🧠🕯️🙏
Sometimes so much more than “soteros” that’s been compassionately provided.🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you, dear friend. That line moved me deeply. Indeed, sometimes the work of reckoning has to precede the reach for soteros, doesn’t it? I think this poem sits in that uncomfortable space — not rejecting grace, but confronting the honesty it demands. Your insight most beautifully honors that space, and I am deeply grateful. Thank you again, my friend. ⚖️🧠🕯️🙏
Most welcome, friend🙏🏻🕊
Good write T.
Meanwhile - being daft - bit dark there! Ooh!
And - you can call me just about any name, even Fred or Freda - but don't call me Obi....... you knows it! 🤣🙄
LOL! Indeed. This darkness sits in the light, though! So it's a mixed bag! But yeah, a bit dark and heavy, like Marty McFly felt in Back to the Future. 🤣 All poem daftness aside...I won't Wan Ken...erm...never mind. 😜
Feel a lot of remorse, yet still indulge in it! The work goes on...
Now, that is an honest reflection, Mutley. Unless there be any perfect among us (and I only know of One ✝️), all of us are in that exact place — caught between recognition and repetition. The work goes on, indeed…though recognizing sin and naming our own is the first real steps forward. Thank you for showing up with that honesty, my friend. ⚖️🧠🕯️🙏
Yes, awareness and naming. The temptation to sin is so strong, isn't it? In fact its so strong that I'm starting too see that there is only One who can pull us out of the abyss. Thank Heavens He lives within us!
lol none of us perfect, although I confess I've never been to confession 🤣
🤣 I'll be honest...neither have I! I guess confession begets more confession! LOL! Thank you so much, Teddy. Your comment was perfect and made my day! 🌹👏
Well done, brother in sin.
Amen my brother! Here we stand! Thank you so much for your time and your feedback! Much appreciated! 🌹👏
And thanks for inspiration: I just came up with a new song / poem - because of these beautiful lines
Oh wow! I am humbled. You are most welcome but, seriously, thank you! How exciting! ⚖️🧠🕯️🙏
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