Sin
A cry for stability,
in a world where the
frayed edges of its sanity
steadily unravel,
is lost
as a
sigh only fuses with air
Everything once held
dear,
is disoriented and
peace is only
but a memory.
This is the
world we live in,
that the human
race, so kindly,
besmirches
the glory of God everyday.
This damaged
creation
was made to be beautiful,
flawless
but evil subtly smuggled itself
into God's extraordinary
design.
We call it sin.
Copyright © Sierra Robinson | Year Posted 2012
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