Our Sins

If the following poem makes you wonder about my religion,
you can find it in About Me.

    
The day was humid and sweltering hot.
Probably, far off south a depression
churned in wild rage against our sinful thoughts,
to purge the facts left out of confessions!
   

At night the fierce wind came down from the sky,
growling like a pard in chase of its prey
to cleanse the world from sins and me alike,
to make our sins flee in fear and dismay!
   

Once my world was swept clean, the rain arrived
and all other sounds were drowned in the drops
except when the lightning bolts forked the sky,
heralding aloud, it would rain nonstop,
until both the world and I would become as mild
and meek as the Lamb, who purged our sins with His life!

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