We are Sinners

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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. 

 

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The Young Monk

The young monk celebrates Mass:

 

A young monk knees in the aisle

In the West, in the shallow 

Where the nave comes to an end. 

 

The young monk kneels in prostration

Concentrated, and with stern affirmation

He salutes Creator of earth and all the heavens. 

 

The young monk approaches the lectern

Reading, he fears nothing but goodness in the Lord

For, “the eternal light and my life is in God”.

 

The young monk speaks of St. John the Baptist

His buried head in the tomb, placed upon a dish   

And giving thanks, he casts forth a desirous wish. 

 

The young monk desires it to be true

Closing the book, he prepares what is due

At the sign of the cross taking his cue. 

 

The young monk awaits with expectation

The great coming of all the nations

Through Christ, Redeemer and our Salvation.

 

The young monk stirs at the altar

Eyes below and neck craned to the floor

The Eucharist gifts on him are restored. 

 

The young monk and his fellow brethren

In cheerful tune, and peaceful procession

Joy abounding from the inaugural passion

Return to the cloister, mercy within

Free from Sin.