Best Contrition Poems
Were time in the abundance of our youth
When days stretched out like plains to the horizon
I’d see an endless space, await the truth
Of outcomes that could come from chance arising
But now the dawn but presages the dusk
And time to pause in patience depletes
My innocence no longer in the thrust
To prove the righteousness of my conceit
My love, of value now more than my virtue
Would gladly accept blame that it bring peace
Contrition for the the acts and words that hurt you
No time now for extenuation pleas
The guilt is mine, I’ll take the consequence
Truth needs no more your pain to prove its sense
Hold up the mirror and see who are
Your inflated ego an your sports car
How dare you take it out on us
Lash out in anger an make such a fuss
Face the truth and have some couth
Repent or the pain will not lesson
An stop this aggression
We will not be Threatened......
It is to take a second look
at that which might have been...
and know it is an art of false pretense,
that never will resolve the tragedy
of loss, where fault is never owned,
grief is ever there, and joy
is emptied, dried and blown away.
There is no secret substitute,
no consolation waiting in the wings
and it is fruitless to explain.
Here the vast, majestic arches
of the heavens stand in silence;
their muted testimony firm and resolute.
Some will brace themselves; this is
enabling truth and must be faced.
For me, most certainly.
Perhaps for you?
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We need sorrow for our sins
Means turning away from evil and turning to Eternal God
Sins may be mortal or venial sins
Mortal is gravely sins
Venial is daily that pertain 7 Deadly Sins
Perfect Contrition arises from the love of Eternal God
This loving sorrow remits venial sin or mortal sins
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I see You lightly
in the dark of me
Divine Contrast
I see You purely
in my unfiltered zones
You, the candle of my being
a lantern in my wanderer's woods
A beacon on Redemption Shore
guiding me back
from a journey's edge
Lord, I am tired
I seek the dock of my
blessed return
Lord, I am deeply saturated
longing
Deeply sorry for falling
having learned
all directions are back to You
Lord, I am ready
Lord, show mercy
I am truly sorry
There's no remorse for what I may have done
It's been a long day, let's just call it one
Just as well as we both know
There no place we can go
Take a deep breathe, come here let me hold you close
The Pope said he's sorry they lost
Some children who would not be bossed
Since those who refused
Were raped and abused
But the Pope had his fingers crossed
Contrition
David J Walker
help me
divine creator
fall in contrition
that I might
find favor
and rise in
Thy presence of
eternal light
Act Of Contrition
What can i do
when the night
comes ..
I break into tears
and
wait for the
time ..
when
things fall
back into place
I contrite..
Is who i am
In this life
Blessed unto me
To confess my
Mistakes
and
Tribulations.
I have lied
and
Told truth.
I was nervous
and
Confident too
I have deceived
and
And assisted.
I have cursed
and was cold
and
Prayed
and became warm.
I have loved
and
Hated.
I have failed
and
Was successful.
I have stolen
and
Gave.
I have mourned
and
Celebrated.
I cry
I laugh.
I was hungry
and
And was fed.
I did not know
Wrong
from
Right.
I have fallen
and
Rised again.
I have despised
Yet
You have loved me
All the time.
I am a spinning coin
I will never know
How I m goin to fall
Head or tail.
I am at my
Turning point
Cant run
Anymore.
So I confess
For I need
My peace to grow
With You.
Thank you Lord
Is my life-long
Saving prayer..
Contrition
Redeem Me
My Lord
My Saviour.
amen.
Transparent
Silver shiver of sanctity
find my flesh, wanting to burrow inside
Knowing I am not worthy to walk
the clouds they offer, I turn my eyes away,
pretend not to see
How can I cozen good and worthy angels?
To place my sins upon a platter?
Sin-eater, who takes my sins away from me,
willing to digest those wormy pieces of meat
holding my every deviation from what
is right and necessary
My sins are mine, dark an dreary doorways
of my absolute destruction
Acts of contrition done, I am facing
the vagaries of my life
Now I see how black a cloud
is my graceless state
Will it swallow me and hide my sun?
Laden too much with the hand-me-down traditions
I sought to make my burden light
Using some mechanics of mind and convention
To sift the darkness from the light.
I found nothing there in that void of knowing what I
Could not believe, except shadows
Of my will lurking everywhere, I answering my cry
Dancing to my heart’s hollow echoes.
And through and through my noise of self justification
The rhythm silent broke into song
The voice eternal, calls from turmoil without pacification
A chorus repeating itself all along
Cast your cares upon me for I care for you, take my yoke
And find your burdens fully gone
Empty mind and will and in my strength you shall evoke
Obedience bringing you the dawn.
Trust in me with all your heart, lean not on fickle knowledge
Changing as the seasons change veils
Piling detritus on detritus, working to salvage from garbage
A wisdom that every challenge fails.
I could not trust without surrender, could not believe until
I love, could not walk without direction
And worshipping YOU I to my Sinai came to do your will
And not understand: this ends rebellion.
There's no remorse for what I may have done
It's been a long day, let's just call it one
Just as well as we both know
There no place we can go
Take a deep breathe, come here let me hold you close
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I grew up with nothing but I know a lot about things in life.
I gave myself time to learn about the truth
I missed opportunities during my youth.
My knowledge swelled up like confidence
Well, it became a sort of arrogance
It built me like a warrior: An invincible one!
I never realized it was a self-destructive behavior;
It destroyed me all at once.
“But why is reality different from what I learned?”
“Does anyone’s success have a price to earn?”
I grew up with nothing but I know a lot about things in life.
I stopped giving myself time to learn about the truth
I should have not missed those opportunities during my youth.
If strong principles could make you rich,
There is no need to kiss somebody’s feet: Be a leech.
But what I read from the books is far-fetched from what exists.
I guess this is what they called a “plot twist.”
“So never be confident about the knowledge you possess.”
Too much confidence is arrogance;
It’s a self-destructive behavior that will kill your prowess.
I grew up with nothing but I know a lot about things in life.
I regret giving myself time to learn about the truth
I regret missing opportunities during my youth.
Contrition or sorrow for sin, is a hatred of sin and a true grief of the soul for having offended God, with a firm purpose of sinning no more
The sorrow we should have for our sins should be interior, supernatural, universal and sovereign
When I say that our sorrow should be interior, I mean that it should be from the heart and not merely from the lips
When I say that our sorrow should be supernatural, I mean that it should be prompted by the grace of God and excited by motives which spring from the faith and by merely natural motives
When I say that our sorrow should be universal, I mean that we should be sorry for our mortal sin without exception
When I say that our sorrow should be sovereign, I mean that we should grieve more for having offended God than for any other evil that can befall us
We should be sorry for our sins, because sin is the greatest of evils and an offense against God our Creator, Preserver and Redeemer and because it shuts us out of heaven and condemns us to the eternal pains of hell
There are 2 kinds of contrition: perfect contrition and imperfect contrition
Perfect contrition is that which fills us with sorrow and hatred for our sin, because it offends God, who is infinitely good in Himself and worthy of all love
Imperfect Contrition is that by which we what offends God because we lose heaven and deserve hell or because sin is so hateful in itself
Imperfect contrition is sufficient for a worthy confession but we should endeavor to have perfect contrition
By a firm purpose of sinning no more mean a fixed resolve not only to avoid all mortal sin, but also its near occasions
By the near occasion of sin I mean all the persons, places and things that may lead us into sin