Sin

1 John 1:10 

10 If we say we have not sinned, we make Him a liar and His word is not in us.

 

Sin

 

Aftermath dullness … an escape from reality

All the values stacked on high now lost in a moment

Pride conquered so sullen through the principality

To wind up very dry hanging without comment

 

Dead bones bleaching in the sun … purpose shoved in a corner

Like a steak overdone … black, dry and crumbling

So it is with innocence gone … nothing left but moaning

White now seems forever gone as darkness is ever rumbling

 

“Restored” an impossibility … “Whole” an imagination

“Pure” a myth of yesterday … “Good" a phrase long-gone

“Death” a sure reality … “Bleak” an incarnation

“Lost” a great bill to pay … “Hope” an unknown pardon

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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