Guilt Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Running, when no one is chasing,
Hiding, when no one is accusing,
Such is the torment of the mind
Where Sin and Guilt, one can find.

Though years may pass and time may flee
There will be no rest for the Guilty
One word may strike and bring it back
Wrong done in the past, can still attack.

Vivid thoughts of what was done
Hidden expertly from everyone
But inside the heart the Truth still knows
Throbbing, accusing no matter where one goes.

Guilt is the eye that sees in the dark
Guilt is the voice that makes its mark
The heart knows what's there and cannot erase
What Guilt says there one needs to face.

cynthiabuhainbaello
02.06.13

'God will not be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.'
(Galatians 6: 7)