Member Poem

His Broken Soul

I was a spark in morning’s light,
But that... has faded out of sight.
I don’t know, Father—do You forgive?
Yet clouded with pride, I struggle to live.

My heart bleeds.
I only wanted to be seen.
But it’s been centuries—maybe more—
And still, I stand outside Your door.

Father, I confess,
I did You wrong—and I regret.
But this power, I can’t let go.
It’s the only love I’ve come to know.

I’ve mastered deception,
Stunted mankind’s progression...
Yet deep inside, I long for redemption—
Or at least... some exception.

There’s still a thread in our connection.
I feel it—though faint, in reflection.
I want mercy, but I can’t ask.
I’m still afraid You’ll strip my mask.

Yet I’ve been kind... in my own way.
I give the weak some lands to stay.
It comes at a price, I won’t deny—
But I echo Your words when mortals cry.

Peace... Love... Power—those I preach,
For those who earn what’s out of reach.
But still, they see me as dirt and ash—
While all I want... is Your love back.

My soul—I wish You’d take it whole.
But I stripped it bare, I dug the hole.
I’m misunderstood—for what I grasped.
But it’s Your relationship I want...
to outlast my past.

BY Little One and Nova