Bless me, Father
for i have sinned.
It has been 13 years
since my last confession
and these are my sins:
of the majority
in my silence,
lack of action
beyond casting a vote,
lending an ear,
offering a hand
to the void
of social media:
i have no unvoiced opinion, but
that’s not and never will be enough;
yesterday, while others wept,
embracing my privilege
a fallen country,
unable to voice
or even approach
a reaction; i woke
with a twisting
pain in my gut, but
nothing; white, male, hetero, cis
with just enough pagan in my blood
to be less than my neighbor,
but more than the silence
of voices around me
in the tumult. How many
to hell with marys
will offer salvation
to the widows
and the orphans
of a flawed
powerful poem, thanks for sharing.
Honest and powerful!
Thanks you for this. It’s been a rough day hearing the news.
how many forefathers… indeed!?!
it’s time to return to the forest-should
you feel the need for confessing..
i belive all churches should be burned to the ground and reduced to rubble.. then we can start think about stepping into freedom.
but… i appreciate what you’ve done here.
Not a religious man any more. Never was Catholic. And I prefer your forests. This was just a form.
But this nation is for the churches too. All the churches, from the Cathedral to the natural amphitheater.
This nation is for them, but not just for them. And they, too, should be for us all. The collective “they” have forgotten what they supposed to be about.
That’s what this is about.
Love how you hold yourself accountable
I love how you have named the prayers of penance.
The self-awareness is beautiful. Thank you, Joseph.
Thank you all for reading and replying.