The Sinner

                                  I.

Something warm and kind left my soul
And the privilege of life became an empty dream.
When I sinned, I was the fools I’d despised-
The felons we all cast off from ourselves.

My body is the outcast of my own soul-
Torn from favour, it resides in the dark.
Tomorrow is the outcome of my errors
And the past holds the ghost of hope.

My body runs from the inner judgement
But my soul demands vengeance swift!
Lower than the earth and its sinless fruit
To sink is the sinners plight!

                                 II.

Conscience: a tormentor, and yet our savior!-
To pass through hell, to be delivered into heaven!
Sins reveal what is right, (perchance for fallen man)
More than right reveals what is sin…

The pains of a year compressed into a day
Is the knowledge of our gross missteps…
But with courage we surmount the steep wave
And glide down to peaceful shores!

Three parts pain, and one part pleasure-
I speak of error seen by fractions…
And the flesh sees only the former
And experience weeps from the latter.

The sinner is all men, for all men sin
But not all men can rise to forgiveness.
For the wave is big, and the ships we sail
Are the children of faulty harbours!

           (Daniel Macintyre ©️ 04/05/2025)                  (©️ Daniel Macintyre 04/05/2025      protectmywork.com)