A Poem about Confession


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Quo Vadis, Domine?

Water and fire pour over the head,
Balsam’s fragrance coats the brow,
Divinity melts into flesh and bone,
A slave no more, a slave no more.
Quo Vadis, Domine?

Light and silhouette flicker on the path,
Spirit and flesh vie for supremacy,
A faltering, a falling, a mouth of dust,
The first fall hurts the most.
Quo Vadis, Domine?

Face buried in soiled palms,
All is laid bare in the closet’s darkness,
Forehead moist with sweat,
Blood and teardrops washing away sin.
Quo Vadis, Domine?

Yet the shackles of slavery beckon,
Oiled fingers and a silky tongue…the flesh calls,
Falling in the silence, falling more and more,
Once more the heir submits to slavery.
Quo Vadis, Domine?

Heart parched without love…the closet is open,
Again the wounds are uncovered,
Clenched fists and murmurs, pursued by tears,
Tender arms of love and grace envelop.
Quo Vadis, Domine?

What does He say?
Why does He beckon so?
Dust cannot inter,
Sands cannot grip.
Quo Vadis, Domine?

Cast off the dust,
Claw out from drowning sands,
Take the hand that stays outstretched,
He is calling…He is waiting.
Quo Vadis, Domine?

There is hope for the meek,
Life and pity for the penitent one,
Arise from the dust…confess the disease,
Surrender yet again to the darkness of the closet,
Because there in the darkness….is unutterable Light!
*Quo Vadis, Domine? *

……Where are you going, Lord?

Renewal. Revivification. Restoration. Rebirth. Resurrection.

Cast off the dust,
Claw out from drowning sands,
Take the hand that stays outstretched,
He is calling…He is waiting.
*Quo Vadis, Domine? *


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Love it. Did you write this? Quo Vadis, Domine? is my sig.


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