We are Sinners



We are Sinners

Nothing but sin

Gravely we have sinned;


Mere mortals

Imbecile creatures 

Worthless, utterly useless;


We fell on our necks

With broken limbs, burnt

The sting on our tongues;


We are not of Spirit

Human beings, destitute

Hunting for prey;


Night and day disbanded

Starvation, hunger to be fed

There will be bloodshed;


So say a few prayers

Fast, be giving in praise

We are no longer slaves;


God has mercy

Acknowledgement of sin

Brings life for eternity;


Forgiven, because we are Sinners. 



Noon Joy

A poem on the wonders of Midday prayer:


Self-righteousness like a sunbeam

Warm up my conscience, stream

Up on high, onward and upwards

Towards the sky. 


The path to Midday prayer

Songs of rejoice and praise

Today, and tomorrow, 

Forever in glee, I proclaim:


“Glory glory glory be

Lord God, unto the Holy See!”




The day begins before sunrise

The atmosphere replete with demise;

The cold scattered about the room

The morning awash with gloom.


The daybreak demands prayer-time

The sky brightens and the sun climbs;

The rays cast shadows over the moon

The morning desires to be rid of gloom.


The birds depart their nest, animals rise,

The air breathes life, the daytime inspires;

The bells hark glory, God is praised

The congregation alight, through Jesus Christ;

The stage, full of darkness and light

The gloom was but a passing fright.