Confessional Poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Confessional

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Now that I kneel at the throne, O Queen,
Pity and pardon me.
Much have I striven to sing the same,
Brother of beast and tree;
Yet when the stars catch me alone
Never a linnet sings-
And the blood of a man is a bitter voice
And cries for foolish things.

Not for me be the vaunt of woe;
Was not I from a boy
Vowed with the helmet and spear and spur
To the blood-red banner of joy?
A man may sing his psalms to a stone,
Pour his blood for a weed,
But the tears of a man are a sudden thing,
And come not of his creed.

Nay, but the earth is kind to me,
Though I cry for a star,
Leaves and grasses, feather and flower,
Cover the foolish scar,
Prophets and saints and seraphim
Lighten the load with song,
And the heart of a man is a heavy load
For a man to bear along.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 06 August 2020

A man may sing his psalms to a stone, Pour his blood for a weed, But the tears of a man are a sudden thing, And come not of his creed. thoughts.. tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 August 2019

Prophets and saints and seraphim Lighten the load with song, And the heart of a man is a heavy load For a man to bear along. very nice poem of G K

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