In Faith

by Leonard M Hawkes

I could not be the first to tread
Those marble halls with muddy shoes;
No, not the first to wear or stain,
Mar beauty, or to spoil the new.

Like Adam, I have known the fruit,
(Not apples, berries suit my taste),
But like him, I must stand 'for God
To speak confession face to face.

And though still 'cumbered in the mire,
I'll go now for refiner's fire:
Should I with others come in sin,
The purging must be done by Him.


Author's Note: A Brigham City confessional.

Posted on 02/09/2016
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/11/16 at 06:38 PM

I did not know Mormons had confessionals. Very interesting. I really like the metaphor of muddy shoes on marble. Thank you.

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