I repented today
With a silent act of minor motions,
Mundane to any onlooker--
But internally I was prostrate,
Agreeing with God
That I am covetous,
Indignant that others thrive
Where I have dwindled.
Despising the person
That Envy twists me into,
I joined the celebration of another,
Repenting as I will again and again
Because Jealousy is a wily grappler
Who trips and pins, gorging on Pride
Of which I have a glutton's larder*.
*larder=pantry
2 comments:
How does one comment on a poem where the author is repenting? But I do like how you set up the poem to say your sorry for being jealous of all you don't have, when in the end, what you do have a a glutten's larder. I know this all too well...
Thanks for commenting, April. It's funny 'cause my intention was to say that I have to keep on repenting because Envy is fed by Pride and I've got a whole lot of that (the glutton's larder), but your interpretation (it's ridiculous to be jealous of others when you've already been given so much)is so true, too.
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