Oftentimes Our Sins Heavily Weigh Us Down. Poem by Brett White

Oftentimes our sins heavily weigh us down,
The effects direct our visions to the ground;
When there, hug yourself, and repeat aloud,
'God, Salut for Humility, I am too proud.'
Find gratitude in every painful tear,
Accept grief like Cordelia did with King Lear.
If you do this, renewed inner riches grow,
They compound with contrition's saintly glow;
For even lost love illuminates in time,
Veiled panoramas alit by the Divine.
Shrouded mountaintops then glitter like gold,
Like Ezekiel's amazement at God's throne,
Embossed with emerald's and salvation's glow,
So follow Pericles and eschew Othello.