Alter of SorrowsA Poem by Ruben Rodriguez
Flogging myself
To receive His forgiveness I look towards heaven To find deliverance Absolve me of the sins I haven't committed My armor of faith Now cracked and pitted I've seen the good I've witnessed the horrors I have humbly knelt At the alter of sorrows A fisher of men I've cast my hook Memorized red words In Constantine's book All words have been read All hymns have been sung The body of Christ Was placed on my tongue I drank His blood From a golden chalice Worshiped His image Inside an opulent palace Showing His wounds That will never heal God incarnate? How can it be real? © 2017 Ruben Rodriguez |
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Added on April 23, 2017 Last Updated on April 23, 2017 AuthorRuben RodriguezNYC, NYAboutI've been writing poetry since 2014, so I'm a novice. I'm obsessed with having my poetry rhyme, but I'd like to eventually write different types of poetry. I mostly write about: love, depression, alco.. more..Writing
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