Inanimate Object

I wrote this to enter a contest. The Inanimate Object contest... =)

Oh hidden Object I can't describe

You give me life, you help me die.

You throw me out and hold me in.

You heal the scars of my own sin.

 

I seek you out in burning pages

Certain You will pay my wages.

Your ways are not the same as mine;

No flesh can see the true Divine.

 

I cry to You when I am weak

Your promised honey is so sweet.

I tear Your heart and make it bleed

Yet in Your Grace I still do feed.

 

Your screaming children do have Faith

So pray I do for our own sake.

Us selfish beings, to You we lie

And thus we suffer, and we die.

Author's Note

God.

Reviews

[Keli Renee]

I thought this was very good.
As for Dusty, and her remark about the 6th line, I think I know what you are referring to:
"For the wages of sin is Death..."
[I certainly hope I was correct on that]
Your writing is amazing enough to get ME, an Agnostic Theist to appreciate it.
Very well done, sir.
I hope you win.

-Keli Rene

[Dusty]

This is very good, and very expressive of your religious beliefs. You make a very good analogy and it flows perfectly. I like how you take the opposites and contrast them side by side yet still make them work like equal partners. The only line that kind of seemed out of place to me was "Certain you will pay my wages." It flows, yet it doesn't.... I don't know, it could just be personal taste.
Exceptional work! I look forward to reading more from you.... Best of luck! =)

[Krazy On The Outside]

I really like the poem!
I like how you captalized a word in each stanza.
Great work.