What Accedia? Poem by Tony Giannotti

What Accedia?



Accedia? What Accedia? sloth or laziness?
Sorry, but I cannot grasp the craziness.
Accedia? What Accedia? I don't understand?
Sadness covers me like the warmest blanket, God forgive, if I become complacent.

In the days of old, to disguise one's vanity, society would shun the word insanity.
Accedia? What Accedia? I'm deaf to the sound.
Must be the Devil who's taken over.
No, not the Devil, but sickness, moreover.

The depressives, the sad and melancholy,
Try valiantly to smile and feeling jolly.
Accedia? What Accedia? We are sick, not weak!
Outcasts as they are called, but who really knows?
Are they truly depressed or just lost souls?

Gerald May once lamented, when psychology and religion collide,
Stay clear of the ocean and the morning tide.
Accedia? What Accedia? Is it sloth?
The author Roger Housden wrote, it's okay to be lazy,
As others read on, and thought he was crazy!

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