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Poem: “Mea Culpa! Mea Culpa! Mea Maxima Culpa!”

Mea Culpa! Mea Culpa! Mea Maxima Culpa!
 
If I say I’m sorry, will I disappear
Like the setting sun behind the mountains
When it’s gone, it’s done
                                                           The fiery sphere consumes no more
                                                            Mountains swallowed it
                                                           The highest peaks of faith and hope
                                                           Glow with love reflecting
                                                           Reflecting the eternal Son above
 
If I say I’m sorry, will I disappear
Like the waves upon the sands
Unremembered by cupped hands
                                                           The proud ocean crashing down
                                                           On shells and children on the shore
                                                           Retreats, rejoining the Sea of Life
                                                           Becomes as one, then continues on its course
 
When I disappear into “I’m Sorry” or its cousin “You Were Right”
Will the waters fill what’s lost, what’s lost, what’s lost of me
The love of self is dying, I can hear her moan
If self lives no more, who will call this body home
 
When I say I’m sorry, I do not disappear
The great divider dies, for this is what he fears
He fears the Holy Spirit
Who cleaves my True-self to the Word
                                                        Thus squashing animosity with two small words
                                                         My words, His words, The Word
                                                         I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
 
When I say I’m sorry, I am born again
It is not I who live, but Christ who lives
Christ who lives within!
                                                       I can incarnate Him, when a space for him I make
                                                       He comes to you, to you in this time and place
                                                       In this time and place, he comes, 
                                                       please forgive me for my sins
 
 
The horizon faint above the sea, kisses time and eternity
Dark water shimmers, with fresh morning light
Hints of the glowing ball to come, the rising sun, my rising sun
The Risen One!  The Risen Son!

“Father forgive them, for they know not what they’ve done.”

 Stacy Peterson


Stacy received a BA in PSCI from VaTech and taught for several years. As a former Marine reservist and Officer Candidate, she brings Semper Fidelis to her vocation as wife and mother. She ponders the world around her and on occasion pens an essay. She may be reached at stacypeterson40@hotmail.com.
  • goral

    If only there was a balladeer to give these beautiful lyrics the soul-wrenching music they deserve.
    Most of them live on the edge and die young investing their life’s treasure in love of self.