10 Dec 2016 – Sonnet
The Western Church – I know – can’t stand MY kind:
divorced, remarried – they account us swine,
although they told me all could be annulled.
Appalling sleigh-of-hands! Not dead or dull
my soul revolted at what THAT implied:
my sons made bastards, my sick conscience drugged!
An honest heart prefers to simply hide
than dress in fig leaves, trusting God will shrug
and make believe such fantasies are true.
Our power such, we can’t undo the past.
We cannot now pretend we didn’t do
what grieves us most to think of. Sins outlast
all things except the grace and love of God –
all else is window dressing, pure facade!