“Wist ye not that I must be
about my Father’s business?”
St. Luke 2:49
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
Sins of the father, the sins of the seed.
I confess the guilt I could not transcend.
It is in your image I tear and rend,
Repeat your mistakes and follow your lead.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
You made only wounds which will never mend
and the flesh of your flesh, rank as a weed,
to confess a guilt it failed to transcend.
I swore I would break before I would bend.
When the test came, I lay down like a reed.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
If I own my blood, perhaps it will end.
I’ll live in this skin, my own hunger feed
and accept the guilt I cannot transcend.
I embrace you, decry you, cease to pretend
that I have always followed your lead.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
I confess my guilt. I could not transcend.
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