That image of our Jesus who "hoisted sin with failing lungs" is striking and makes "peace and praise" rise up to "tumble off" my tongue. Thank you for the immediacy of this.
The beauty of the work you've done here is in how effortlessly it reads - enriching meaning and form all at once. I love how you've purposefully and effectively stepped outside the sonnet strictures when called for.
Thank you. This is a wonderful call not to rehash our sins. Ironically I feel uneasy because my sins don’t come to mind and I know we’re supposed to confess them and the saints were super aware of them. At any rate this poem speaks to me about that.
Those last two lines. This is everything. Thank you. Thank you.
That image of our Jesus who "hoisted sin with failing lungs" is striking and makes "peace and praise" rise up to "tumble off" my tongue. Thank you for the immediacy of this.
Thank you, Abigail!
This resonates with my reflections this Lent, and the layers within are rich. Thanks for sharing!
I appreciate your kind words, Ann!
Loved this! “Confess, of course, then undertake to breathe
and crack apart your shame-hardened shell.” Yes, it’s easy to lump confession and shame, especially if it’s a habit of thought from early in life.
Yup, yup.
Is there any other way to release ourselves than the reminder that love called these final words of release…
Lovely work.
This hits the nail right on the head. Yes, and amen.
The beauty of the work you've done here is in how effortlessly it reads - enriching meaning and form all at once. I love how you've purposefully and effectively stepped outside the sonnet strictures when called for.
Thank you so much for these kind words, Mark!
Wonderful (as always).
Thank you. This is a wonderful call not to rehash our sins. Ironically I feel uneasy because my sins don’t come to mind and I know we’re supposed to confess them and the saints were super aware of them. At any rate this poem speaks to me about that.
Now that is a sonnet.