The priest


There's a man at the altar,
He Reads from a book, of many years too old,
He tells me tales of wisdom and truth,
Both bright and bold.

The commandments are atlas strong,
stories of righteousness and morality.
There's a keen sense about him,
As he reminds us of our own Mortality.

He says that we will die one day,
And it's either Heaven or Hell.
It's time to repent he shouts,
as he picks up and rings his bell.

I sit. I kneel. I stand. I beg,
for forgiveness from sin.
But for the life of me,
I can not see the truth that lies before him.