Lament For My Religion
How to be guiltless
when penance is the sin.
I am wary of a Redeemer,
A Nazarene claiming all souls,
even as he hangs on a cross
-of his own will-
each nail a sin
every puncture a corruption,
an indictment
for grace not freely given.
And the tongue of fire,
failing to ignite
the coldest of hearts
-casting its light
where radiance already abides.
Is it a light that blinds
and casts shadows on the wall?
Or does it show the true sign of the Beast,
the true color of Joseph's coat,
the kingdom with its fortunate souls
-will it unveil the way to the end of guilt?
poem by Ronald Shields
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