A Little Poetry

A Little Poetry

Hey - a new post thingy. Imagine that.

So, instead of trying anything deep or profound, I decided to aim low. Enjoy.

Prodigal

“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

The cry of the Sinless echoes in my mind,

For I am far from sinless,

Though perhaps shameless describes me

all too well.

My God, my God, I am left wondering,

Had I not begged my inheritance early,

And spent my essence,

In the frivolous pursuit of the pleasures

this world offers,

My God, my God, might I be better,

Might I have found my home sooner,

Or was I destined

To stray into the world of coldness

and despair?

My God, my God, why must I wander,

In the land of Gentiles where I am undone.

And I am sleeping

In the mud and shit of pigs, eating

their refuse.

And I wonder, Lord, if I am forsaken,

For you would be well within your rights.

I turn again and again, begging for your mercy.

But if the sinless one was forsaken,

What hope have I,

sinful yet

shameless?