Every contrition for sin is apt to encourage a not quite charitable wish that other people should exhibit a similar contrition.
quote by Charles Williams
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Confession without contrition serves no purpose.
Confessions without contrition, and prayers without intentions are time lost.
To err is human; but contrition felt for the crime distinguishes the virtuous from the wicked.
quote by Vittorio Alfieri
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Three conditions are necessary for Penance: contrition, which is sorrow for sin, together with a purpose of amendment; confession of sins without any omission; and satisfaction by means of good works.
quote by Thomas Aquinas
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There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
quote by Washington Irving
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Web
Intricate and untraceable
weaving and interweaving,
dark strand with light:
designed, beyond
all spiderly contrivance,
to link, not to entrap:
elation, grief, joy, contrition, entwined;
shaking, changing,
forever
forming,
transforming:
all praise,
all praise to the
great web.
poem by Denise Levertov
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Only being similar can encourage one to be different.
quote by Nancy S. Mure
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the rites for Cousin Vit
Carried her unprotesting out the door.
Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her,
That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her,
The lid's contrition nor the bolts before.
Oh oh. Too much. Too much. Even now, surmise,
She rises in the sunshine. There she goes,
Back to the bars she knew and the repose
In love-rooms and the things in people's eyes.
Too vital and too squeaking. Must emerge.
Even now she does the snake-hips with a hiss,
Slops the bad wine across her shantung, talks
Of pregnancy, guitars and bridgework, walks
In parks or alleys, comes haply on the verge
Of happiness, haply hysterics. Is.
poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Exhibit A
What appears,
Is a clear re-introduction of reality.
You can say it's Exhibit A.
The one quickly scanned...
When sweetened dreams,
Were distributed to be held...
In fat greedy hands.
Exhibit A depicted...
What would occur,
If deceit was released
To be inflicted.
But as always...
As temptations do.
Blind those who believe,
They are among the chosen few.
Those who are usually the ones left screwed.
Exhibit A...
Was not just there on display,
For folks to glance and walk away!
Exhibit A...
Though abstract!
Presented facts of discomforts.
Facts presented by those nonconforming.
Facts shouted out.
And now those degradations...
Come to visit,
Those who are being...
Economically tossed about,
In a suffering they were led to believe...
Would never be theirs to bear!
But...
No one prepared,
For Exhibit A to be harsh on them.
Not those who entertained their selfishness!
Not those who maintained and fed their whims.
Not today!
Not Exhibit A.
To begin all over again for 'them'!
And theirs.
Who flaunted their wares,
Without a mercy they cared to share!
What appears,
Is a clear re-introduction of reality.
You can say it's Exhibit A.
The one quickly scanned...
When sweetened dreams,
Were distributed to be held...
In fat greedy hands.
Now demanding full attention.
An attention that commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunshine Honey
Oh my sunshine honey
I'm the man you can trust
Coz without your love
I am nothing but dust
Oh my sunshine honey
Show me your affection
Protect me with your love
And free me from contrition
Oh my sunshine honey
Smile me a rainbow
Bring me to a place
With flowers and snow
Oh my sunshine honey
You take my breath away
I want your love now
And I want your love today
(23rd April 2009) - My 27th Poem...
Life's Guiding Light
Should I not come back, please know
I did not leave you, alas, I had to go-
For it is not mine own free choice:
Without contrition, truth is my voice!
I am with you still, you need only aspire,
You are with me yet, naught could expire;
Time and distance separate us ne'er-
I shall never leave you, this I swear!
I shall be the beauty you partake,
In your dreams, whilst you're awake;
I may take for you any form:
A soothing thought, keeping you warm,
Future's assurance, each day more bright,
Perchance, even your life's guiding light!
Maurice Harris,27 September 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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True confessions
In my youth I was often told
That confession is good,
good for the soul.
In a darkened wooden booth
I was expected to tell the truth.
First a good act of contrition,
Confession and then absolution
Penance would be meted out
Thus expiation came about.
Nowadays that’s thought
Old fashioned.
My local barkeep
hears my confession.
Of course he grants no absolution,
He pours Absinthe
and shows compassion.
And I may or may not
Tell the truth
While contemplating
The Absolute.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Breathe
Inhale exhale
I’m living a life of a fairy tale
In this story there’s no happy ending
And if it was I was only pretending
In and out it’s the sound of me breathing
Dreams don’t come true that’s why I stopped dreaming
But that’s a lie because I have great faith
When you come to me I’ll greet you with open arms at my gate
Intoxicated by the sins of the flesh
When I die I’ll smile for it shall be a peaceful death
Stifled by all these emotions I just can’t think straight
Trying to avoid it but they are the managers of my pace
I’m ashamed for crying on a regular
The shape of my heart is perpendicular
Long time ago I became immune to your acts of no contrition
Yet for all I’m still searching for an alleviation
You are my number one priority
And I feel like just an option
I know this but I’m finding difficulties to make the transition
I presume I’m presently one of those people who can’t conform to such an adaptation I just can't go on
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vows, and in devotion.
As humorous is my contrition
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today
In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:
Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.
So my devout fits come and go away
Like a fantastic ague; save that here
Those are my best days, when I shake with feare.
poem by John Donne
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Love Is Stronger Than Fear
Love is stronger than fear,
Our time is no longer than 'here
And now'-for all the world to see,
To celebrate with us, in our jollity;
Love is more powerful than to hate,
There is naught worse than, to wait
And not be rewarded, as you should,
Nor to not be loved, as you could,
If thine beloved lived, as doth thee-
Without fear, nor contrition, as cloth me; ,
Love is the most powerful emotion of all,
Love may cast splendor over an ocean of pall;
Love is all that is needed to conquer any foe-
Love makes a pauper a Prince, as so many know!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vows, and in devotion.
As humorous is my contrition
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today
In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:
Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.
So my devout fits come and go away
Like a fantastic ague; save that here
Those are my best days, when I shake with fear.
poem by John Donne
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The Meaning Of The Look
I think that look of Christ might seem to say--
'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone
Which I at last must break my heart upon
For all God's charge to his high angels may
Guard my foot better ? Did I yesterday
Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run
Quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun ?
And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ?
The cock crows coldly.--GO, and manifest
A late contrition, but no bootless fear !
For when thy final need is dreariest,
Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here;
My voice to God and angels shall attest,
Because I KNOW this man, let him be clear.'
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Gurdjieff
“You are both a wolf
and a lamb.
If you do not stay awake
the wolf will devour
the lamb.”
Oh you, the Living and the Dead!
Both those who earn
and you who claim by right
your daily bread.
Encourage the few
they will become the many.
Encourage the poor
they will reach out for more.
Encourage the young
they will fail to grow up.
Encourage the old
they will grow older.
Why do so many
in public life
wear nametags
nowadays?
“In case they forget
who you are.”
poem by Brian Taylor
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Holy Sonnet 19
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vows, and in devotion.
As humorous is my contrition
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today
In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:
Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.
So my devout fits come and go away
Like a fantastic ague; save that here
Those are my best days, when I shake with feare.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
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Abigail (3 March 2010)
One day I shall share, what was not my volition-
I shall do this without any form of contrition;
My lacking for you is not of my own choosing-
In this circumstance, it is all who are losing!
Like the valiant Knight,
Who, disregards fear or fright,
I shall keep your concern, foremost-
In my thoughts e'er-my mind, your grace's host!
Today, the world celebrates your birth;
Always art thou causal, my magnificent mirth-
My elation, though now fiercely coffered,
Whence we are prime, shall be fastly offered!
Though on this day I am not within your sight,
You are foremost in my thoughts, each and every night!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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