Treasure Island

Adeline Foster

(Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)

~Errors In Gibeah*


I’d rather be judged by a sinful man
Who knows that all have sinned,
Than fall into the hand of a self- righteous man
Who thinks the world must live up to him.

For we each have a sin that controls us all,
Our own particular sin;
And no one escapes — the great or the small —
This slavery from within.

Were the sins of Gibeah more dreadful than
A man who would sacrifice
To the torturous hand of evil man
Another, to save his own life?

That through my sin I have seen this truth,
So that I may put it down;
And that You forgive me my particular sin
Is kindness beyond renown.

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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*Alluding to Hosea 10: 9,10

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