A Transgressor, And Transgression Poem by Tess Rockenstire

A man is like a fleeting shadow,
Quickly he enters this earth and banished away.
Like a “phantom of the opera.”
Like dew in the morning then breath is taken.

Rebuke the coward stranger of the night,
Fleeing with his million hoodlums,
Take this wanderer of the dark night.
“He bustles about but only in vain.”

I’ll weep to those who forgo your route of transgression,
I’ll pray for their ill-gotten wealth,
He goes to and Fro on crooked ways,
He heaps up wealth, from people who dig the dirt with hoe.

Alas! The master will blow your hand,
In same manner you have done for others,
So it will be done to you.
Man of God keeps your foot from stumbling,
Knowing that He will always guide your steps.