It was long long ago
In the scriptures of old
When my mother's mother
Did not do what was told
But with curiosity You gave her
When in Your image You did mold
Do You ever seek forgiveness from me?
They were Your chosen people
With no church and no steeple
When they strayed from your ways
As imperfect ones will
So You washed them away
With Your wrath in Your will
Do You ever seek forgiveness from me?
We are taught that Your Son
Was the oh Holy One
That You gave as an offering
For redemption and love
Or was it Yours that You sought
When You sent Him from above
Do You ever seek forgiveness from me?
I am publishing this poem in my magazine Harbinger Asylum, in our Spring 2012 issue. For more information, please see the poem "Bullets".
ReplyDeleteDustin Pickering, editor-in-chief
One thing I would do to improve the poems is rehearse your vocabulary. It makes writing smoother, more enjoyable and often some words will accentuate better than others in some contexts. Everytime you read a word that appeals to you, look it up and apply it to your poems!
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