Well, lets be honest, I’m not here for a haircut…

I am a sinner.

I am a statue, moored by concrete, set in my ways,
Set in stone, inside rock.
There are places upon me which the sun has never seen.
Inside, hidden pipes of justification
Spout excuses that will never work.

Shortcuts and make-believe have led me here,
Will faith carry me back?
Isn’t it a part of faith to have faith that it will work?

Even those little things, those accidents -
Fingers jammed up in a door frame,
Falling on icy steps;
Even while screaming
I know that I am responsible.

Thinking about mustard seeds
Shrinks the scope of my world,
Until the only thing left is possibilities.

And the hardest part is that God has forbidden
Judging ourselves or others.
So I suppose I am guilty there, too.

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Some other poems with a similar theme

Give It All To Him

A Loving God

Label Me No Labels

Reflections of Sin

I’ve also done a couple of essays:

My Case for Faith

Faith for the Non-Religious

And a short story:

Sabbath in Paradise

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  • drelayaraja on Jan 8, 2010

    Nice article :)

  • ashan1614 on Jan 8, 2010

    We all fall short, most definitely. This is such an honest look into oneself – something more people need to do.

  • Brenda Nelson on Jan 8, 2010

    I dont really think God put us here with all these experiences to experience and made them sins. I think it is the church who made those things sins.
    If you need a religion to tell you right from wrong, then there is a serious problem.

  • ken bultman on Jan 8, 2010

    Much food for thought except I’ve never thought of mustard seeds.

  • Lee Ness on Jan 8, 2010

    Very good poem. Yes many thoughts to keep in mind.
    Sin is sin and there is no getting around it.
    There are 10 commandments that set the tone for religions to follow.
    Thanks Lee Ness

  • Lady Sunshine on Jan 8, 2010

    We’re human, humans fall, religious or not. Thought-provoking piece.

  • 8Shei8 on Jan 8, 2010

    such honesty in your poem

  • LewSethics on Jan 8, 2010

    So tell me God,
    As you sit there in your holy void,
    What kind of interesting things
    Would be found by Freud
    About the causes and the reasons
    For your holy wrath
    When you knew ten billion years ago
    Precisely on which path
    Every foot would ever walk
    And every step that we would take
    And every stupid wrong decision
    Every one would make.
    You blessed us with emotions
    The flesh and desires
    Sixty years to be alive
    But Eternity for the fires
    That are somehow supposed
    To cleanse our souls?

    I’m No Angel- Verse 3——by me
    I hope this is permissable, but I didn’t know how else to express my thoughts on guilt without rambling. peace

  • Reilley on Jan 8, 2010

    Ramble on, my man.

    To see my response to this line of thought, click on the link above for A Loving God

  • Guy Hogan on Jan 8, 2010

    We’re all sinners. All any of us can do is to struggle to be better.

  • albert1jemi on Jan 9, 2010

    beautiful write

  • Cynthia Bartlett on Jan 10, 2010

    Sweetie, if life were easy it wouldn’t be worth living.
    and IF we were perfect we wouldn’t be here.
    “Faith is believing, when common sense tells you not to.” from the original Miracle on 34th st.

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