The Rich Sinner Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

The poor sinner gets transfigured into a rich one,
When he feels forgiven, and a fabulously rich one,
When he forgives himself, prompted by voices of redemption,
Breathed into the soul, earned deservedly by agonized contrition
Fed by the conviction: there is no crown without crucifixion
Probably, the world is beyond the reach of our comprehension
Mysteries abide, and though we shall fly up to Heavenly Eden
Sometimes the blazing Sun shall pitilessly strike us down
Is it not Thou, O Lord, who put in us the longing for Eden?
With hearts burning, we dare ask Thee "Why are we now angels fallen?
We don't aspire to be angels, we would be content to be truly human
That we might indulge in occasional follies and fancies mundane
And at Thy command, O Heavenly Father, were turn to melodies solemnly human