Sins

‘Tis through God’s grace we're able to withstand inane commissions of the human mind. We question why but never understand then search for answers that we’ll never find. We scan our thoughts where evil bides within and wonder where inside our goodness dwells. We search in vain for causes of our sin and pray to God divinity prevails. To reason why is but a conscious fault that binds our scruples to a moral heart, where questions why forever will be sought, though never letting clarity impart. Be not dismayed, the answer is at hand as innocence receives the mark of man. Book: This War of Sons Chapter 6: Moscow This poem is in reference to the Holocaust in WWII