When I was a child I knelt in the dark
and confessed my sins to strangers.
I stood in line with other boys ,
one sinner waiting after another,
before three oak doors,
one for the Father,
one for the sinner confessing,
and one for the sinner waiting in the dark,
queued up and ready to go.
Across the dark, I could hear the
muffled stories and private disappointments
and then the Father's voice, and then my own,
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
A contest entry
- sin by ArtFullyMe.
2200 points, ended July 20, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
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This ... brings to mind many a dusty confessional booth..
those dim lit niches full of almost heard voices...
I don't recall whether I ever entered one, I'm not sure I did as I was rather young.. but I remember watching them, wondering if the people were really any different after they came out..
Thank you very much...for your entry.
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This....reads as a sin against the self. The invention of sin to fit into a social environment, and more, the sin of existence.
"I exist. Therefore I sin." That is what the Catholic church would have one believe. Of course, a continued power base depends on sin, does it not? Or...rather the perpetuating of the concept of sinning against the unimpeachable glory of a creator.
My question is...of course....if a creator builds free will into us, is it a sin to use it? I think not. This is why I find the Western religious ludicrous and most illogical. My view, of course, is not necessarily popular nor correct (standard disclaimer).
A most interesting piece that delves the deeper sin of being human in a culture that seeks a greater master than ourselves....due to the fact that we realize, like Dr. Moreau's creations, we are flawed.
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