funny, I just found this on your own site the other day and really liked it. It's an introspective coming to terms with possible sins(but not really conceding their sinfulness sometimes) by the narrator, that's really interesting and then it moves to a more world-related level with the Nazism draw and then fall. Wonderful.

Intriguing look at your life in conversation form with God. I like this a lot. Very honest, most importantly with yourself.

Oh, great title also.

It seems to me that you are also having a confessional with yourself here, gauging where these actions fit in with something more horrific. I hope that you are not that hard on yourself Chris :) I have definitely been there though, questioning what I have done..asking God,etc. Great write :)

Yes, one struggles to reconcile with his actions in the aftermoments of guilt. I think fear is a real driving force, without consequences most of us might act upon our most base of urges, but fear "civilizes"...well, but when one develops a conscience despite the cost of acting out an thought/urge, that is real beauty. Well that's how this made me feel. This is very well done, as always Chris.

I dont know if God feels guilty of his own doing as he ( How can he be a He or She, I wonder)alone had the choice and WILL to create what he did but yes, as humans, with ( and only with) our conscience we do of all our bad doings and his too ( because many are happenings in the wake of this law of cause and affect we claim as our doings). And yes, this is what makes us more human despite all the potentials of a self centered being.But as we know our souls normally sleeps and wakes up only when we project a situation and are in the grip of fear of fear. We, for the health of our souls, prefer to call this fear of the fear, guilt.I like this poem.

powerfully true write here chris. we're all stumbling...putting on a dress rehearsal full of mistakes for the big show that waits for us all. if we don't make mistakes, we will never learn, so at some point we have to be tragically wrong and out of line to put ourselves back into the TRUE right. quality write...we should all be reading this one. thanks chris.

I've only been to confession once in my life. I lied to the priest. I've lied to many men that I've made into my priests since then. I try not to picture any dieties shaking their heads at me. I shake my head at myself far enough for all of us. Good, thoughtful write. Thank you for posting it here, after all these years.

Well, I hardly can think, so amazing this entire form and delivery and mind-crashing event poem. The title sends an immediate visual to me of a door, that is doorless. How can this be? But you've managed it smoothly.
All of this is heart-stopping in its prod to go within oneself (the reader) to find something, something important, perhaps barely noticed on a daily cognition. I am forever interested in the grace of feeling/being humbled...such an event - that is solo experienced, and nearly impossible to describe, and quite impossible to create upon oneself or others. And then follows - this curiosity that to even study that I am humbled is in itself startling - that I could be anywhere higher than humbled to begin with...and the circle continues until...

Brilliant poems like this request moments of rereading in quietness.

Boy does this hit home, as it should with us all. Really kept me intrigued and smacked me with the end. A wonderful write Chris!