Many Times The Sinner Poem by keith Durante

Many Times The Sinner



many times the sinner, never the saint,
overwhelmed with penance, it makes me feint,
outside my window birds chirp and chatter,
to them, it seems, heaven doesn't matter,

the majesty of creation shimmers ruby bright,
note to self, enhance your second sight,
Be it an hour, the sun has risen,
yesterdays' anguish is tomorrow's prison,

on trees of wings, the voice wakes,
Oh! , how night long sorrow aches,
no more shall I wait to speak,
walk on before the body grows weak,

for pleasure is true concern,
seek the comfort toils earn,
dare to overcome wages of turmoil,
dare to forgive, dare to sow and soil,

fate will bend and guard you well,
she'll deliver you from the gates of hell,
love is the brush and majestically you paint,
the sinner is artist, the canvas is saint...

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