Timothy muggaga


Church Icon - Poem by Timothy muggaga

I know how to recite the rosary
In my brain, I bare a saint's glosary
I have mastered the holy scriptures
And all the verses to me, are pictures
I do hold all priests and prophets sacred
And to none of the brethren do I bare hatred
All over the place, I am a church icon

I cloth my soul with prayer
Just like my daily wear
Surely, I must own a fortune
In the angel's most favored tune
I watch the empty cross - christ risen
But I must say my soul is frozen
Though to many I remain a church icon

I might be a church icon
But not a saintly beacon
Innumerable sins flock my courtyard
And guilt always pulls me backward
And just like a repentant sinner
The empty cross makes me a winner


Comments about Church Icon by Timothy muggaga

  • Silver Star - 3,860 Points Dave Walker (3/27/2013 9:21:00 AM)

    A great flowing poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (3/27/2013 9:07:00 AM)

    empty cross makes me winner. good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013



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