I know how to recite the rosary <br />In my brain, I bare a saint's glosary <br />I have mastered the holy scriptures <br />And all the verses to me, are pictures <br />I do hold all priests and prophets sacred <br />And to none of the brethren do I bare hatred <br />All over the place, I am a church icon <br /> <br />I cloth my soul with prayer <br />Just like my daily wear <br />Surely, I must own a fortune <br />In the angel's most favored tune <br />I watch the empty cross - christ risen <br />But I must say my soul is frozen <br />Though to many I remain a church icon <br /> <br />I might be a church icon <br />But not a saintly beacon <br />Innumerable sins flock my courtyard <br />And guilt always pulls me backward <br />And just like a repentant sinner <br />The empty cross makes me a winner<br /><br />Timothy muggaga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/church-icon/
