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ABostonCatholic
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I’m sure there have to be some amateur poets around here. I’ve never considered myself that good of a writer, most of what I have ever written has been modern freestyle, with no attention to meter, rhyme, etc. But nevertheless, I have a sudden desire to share something I wrote about four years ago.
Contrition
It would be easy to sit here all night long
and make excuses for my actions,
but yet, that is no substitute for penance.
Do I offer an apology?
Or is this merely an attempt to justify my actions?
Yes, it is true that there were forces that I could not control.
But in the end, all was my choice.
I shunned you away; I did not want your help.
Now I have fallen, and am pleading with you to lift me up
out of the mire and clay.
I know that you will help me, even if I fall seventy times seven times in a day, O Lord.
Remember that although it was the enemy who loaded the gun,
placed it in my hand, and pointed it at my soul,
it was I who pulled the trigger,
all the while you cautioned me to beware.
For these and all my sins, I am sorry.
Amen.
Contrition
It would be easy to sit here all night long
and make excuses for my actions,
but yet, that is no substitute for penance.
Do I offer an apology?
Or is this merely an attempt to justify my actions?
Yes, it is true that there were forces that I could not control.
But in the end, all was my choice.
I shunned you away; I did not want your help.
Now I have fallen, and am pleading with you to lift me up
out of the mire and clay.
I know that you will help me, even if I fall seventy times seven times in a day, O Lord.
Remember that although it was the enemy who loaded the gun,
placed it in my hand, and pointed it at my soul,
it was I who pulled the trigger,
all the while you cautioned me to beware.
For these and all my sins, I am sorry.
Amen.