I, the sinner, in church I am not seen
Because Im not missed, Im never asked where I’ve been
For I, few times my face in church has shown
And so, by those ho frequent it are not known.
By those to whom I’m unknown Im not missed
And to be known to them I resist
But do I than them, love God less?
And does he, them more than me bless?
I who formal prayers rarely say
I worship God: through stanzas of faith I pray
I worship in verse and to do so I will
Prar to God in the Church of the Quill.
Nice write; I can understand how you might feel; you might be interested in two of my poems - 'A Sinner Like Me' and 'Human Matrix'. Best wishes and God Bless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you've said here better than what for years i've been trying to say. biased on the beauty of this work...so personal for me. otherwise, brilliant. -Tailor B.