St. Peter

04/14/10

Solemnity in the thralls of bigots and narcissists,

Their voices and reflections impossible to resist

From a desire to consume, a collective boon at the expense of the malcontent

Relent, repent, repeat.

Even the lost souls are never beyond the saving of grace

Their disgrace, short-lived and forgotten

While their hearts, beating, remain rotten

The odor of lies and depravity knows of no solution

Not to be ignored at the final retribution

In the end all shall profess their faith, condemn their sins

But what if it is insufficient to discredit our human linchpin?

After all, we are imperfect so we will not be deified

But if a promise broken can be considered a lie

The notion of those pearly gates, the heavenly embrace, will go

Like a rock through a draft-ridden window.

I must be crazy for believing in all that is unseen,

But in truth I fear the voice of St. Peter calling for me.