The Sin Of Guilt

Sometimes, I carry the weight of a mountain;
an energy of guilt, that I cannot lift;
the Master’s love flows down like a fountain.
Perfection giving the perfect gift.

Supplanting our will, in place of the Master;
created the foundation of sin;
all are guilty; from the pauper to the pastor;
and, it’s guilt, we’re wallowing in.

We know we’re wrong when the thought occurs;
but, our conscience is rarely our guide;
yet, deep within thoughts; our conscience concurs;
so we bury all our guilt, inside.

Our deepest of secrets, we think are protected;
absolutely no one will ever know;
by the energies of guilt, are all things projected;
for, it’s only by truth, that we grow.

Many are those, wounded; by my infractions;
my mind has ceased keeping score;
thoughts become ripe through such interactions;
and, my guilt simply adds one more.

All are commanded that they must forgive;
including all souls who’ve wronged me;
yet, I still carry guilt from the life I’ve lived;
and it’s only my guilt, that I see.

All living; are sisters and brothers;
forgiveness is the key;
in order to forgive all others;
I first; must forgive me.

Monty 1/15/23. # 1,417