This one comes from a series of loose poems in my notes. You will see them gathered eventually. For now, here’s a piece on Christian carnal sin.
Poem text.
Confess.
What you two have done behind the stall
will mess
with your song and worship in the hall.
Confess.
For the flesh below your spotless shirt
and dress
drenches deeply into sin and dirt.
Confess
how you love it when you both are spilt,
unless
all you want is self-condemning guilt.
Confess
that you took the other's innoncence,
express
that you share the pain as penitence.
Confess
what a Christian couple still can do,
repress,
and deny in shame while dying to
confess.




Ummmmmmmmmmmmm. I feel called out. I feel uncomfortable. Are you in my mind? It's too real...
Bold and confrontational, forcing one to self reflect on uncomfortable truths. Well done.