Guilt

Job 4:7

“Who ever perished innocent?”

“Was the upright ever cut off?”

 

Guilt who writes it down deep in the inner man?

It did not come from nowhere ... it carries too much weight.

It seems that most all have it ... some thing we have in common

although very few think of it ... as a part in being enslaved.

 

Without guilt would we be free ... or hardened to the core?

Does it start with conscience ... that knocks on every door?

Does it pass by somehow ... here and there a confused soul?

So iniquity can rule the day ... in boiling smelling sores?

 

A conscience that is hardened ... must be a scary thought

to have no feeling or compassion ... and where all is naught.

Where indifference rules ruthlessly ... to destroy all traces of love

in selfish calculation ... and depravity is freely sought.

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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