This is the horror that, night after night, <br />Sits grinning on my pillow -- that I meant <br />To mix the peace of being innocent <br />With the warm thrill of seeking out delight: <br />This is the final blasphemy, the blight <br />On all pure purpose and divine intent -- <br />To dress the selfish thought, the indolent, <br />In the priest's sable or the angel's white. <br /> <br />For God's sake, if you sin, take pleasure in it, <br />And do it for the pleasure. Do not say: <br />'Behold the spirit's liberty! -- a minute <br />Will see the earthly vesture break away <br />And God shine through.' Say: 'Here's a sin -- I'll sin it; <br />And there's the price of sinning -- and I'll pay.'<br /><br />Gerald Gould<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-the-horror-that-night-after-night/
