thoughts words and deeds

cannot bear the weight of all my sin
Alas, I fear, I’ll commit them all again
To add another pound or two of guilt
And hide behind my flame-retardant quilt

And so if Hell must have me I’ll submit
And stand accused of sins I did commit
And some, alas, that fell between the cracks
Of penalties enforced by dark robed quacks

And yet the penalty does seem severe
For one who made a mockery of fear
Now feigns the trembling words “I do not care”
To mend the garment rent without a tear

I have sinned in thoughts and words and deeds
To minister to those without a creed
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June 28, 2024 at 8:06 AM
The greatest fault of men is that we were not born as perfect beings... not the fault of our own doing. What a great idea to use your title as an opening line, but without it being part of the 14 lines of your Sonnet. Your creative mind never ceases to amaze me, John. Whether you write with humor or lines rendered with serious issues, your talent is always undeniably evident. Not even a flame-retardant quilt can hide our guilt from the only One who is fit to judge us. Hoping this will be read by many, I'm faving it.
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