Saints & Sinners

Many times I ask myself just what it is to live.  
To live a life of piety, or instead partake in sin? 
"Pray", they tell me, and "Accept him as your savior." 
Am I to believe this is good enough for Heaven? 
A few empty words and some good behavior? 

But what of the child that knows no God, 
and to survive must steal his "daily bread"? 
Or the babe that died in infancy, 
who lived not long enough to hear or see?   
Are they to be damned to Hell, 
simply for not hearing the Gospel or Word? 
For not giving needed money to the church, 
or following blindly in the herd? 

And they call me a Sinner, 
for my preferance of having sex and tattoos, 
in place of getting on my knees and praying, 
or vowing to never drink a sip of booze. 

Counting the sins of another does not a Saint make, 
nor are my faults or habits something you should so easily berate. 
Although none of us are perfect, we can always strive to be,  
and if you kept your judgments to yourself, 
maybe your veil would be lifted and you'd see: 
There's more to the world than your opinion of me.   

Reviews

[Rose Diamond]

I feel like you've taken my thoughts on religion and put them into words! This poem was well written with a sensitive yet deep and thought-provoking topic, and I thoroughly enjoyed it! :)