Poem: Struggle of Faith

In the dark I can see your light
Undimmed by your made spirit weary
From attempts at mind control
Through the images of a broken body
Hung up by nails and promises
Of salvation if you’d just believe

Poem: Things Lost

What is lost can never be saved
Is what they told her while kneeling
On achy knees before a dusty alter
Listening to damnation sermons
When everything is seen as a sin
No choice except to be a sinner
Being a saint was never an option

Poem: Absolution

The rattling of countless coins
Making resplendent sounds
In deep coffers stashed in gilded temples
Trumpeting the sound of generations of absolution
Where sinners payed to atone for sins