Sin?
what is sin?
and must a sinner only know?
who decides what sin is and
what sin is not?
is it something that is simple to see?
or is it disguised?
Like most ordinary things
if it is sin
isn’t it ordinary to see?
comes and shows itself right out in the open
with pride
or does it hide?
for most things precious in life
are very hard to see
but then again precious is not similar to sin
but is sin always wrong?
if it is sin
then why not spell it out?
what if sin feels good?
so good that you can not turn away
is that sin?
it takes your breath away
and dances on your tongue
it slides up and down your spine
and touches inner means
is that sin?
and if so why?
something so right should not be wrong
so close to ecstasy
but is not right
why?
what is sin?
and must a sinner only know?
if so…
then what am I?
Copyright © Christina Rice | Year Posted 2006
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