Here’s a poem by Mark Van Doren
Captain, you know my sins.
You kept the log; you cannot have forgotten
That sleeping at the wheel. We did not founder,
And yet I closed my eyes, and a wave came
So broadside, we shivered.
Master on sea, on land, you know my weakness:
Sloth, and a love of slumber;
Days wasted, beautiful deeds
Not done when I could have done them.
Or could I? Who can say? Breathe now
The truth upon me, even if it
Blasts me.
Now is the time, the midnight hour
When I am low,
Am longing to confess.
Or wait till I grow proud again, the memory
Of all this gone from me. If it is better thus,
Smite them. You are the swordsman,
I am the receiver. As you will,
O, executioner with lifted arm.
My neck is bare.
Is this about guilt? About living with something done or undone, etched in the rock of time, that cannot be changed? Is it about being ready to change?
Below is a video from a group called Creed – the song “My Own Prison”, is probably over 10 years old. And by the lyrics you can probably figure out it’s about “guilt”… the guilt we carry around with us, the effects of it, etc. We all carry a burden or two – things we should have done but didn’t, a memory of some actions or words, etc., something that comes with us from place to place. And it’s about feeling imprisoned by them… about being judged and sentenced by them.
It may not be obvious all the time, but in the quiet moments, these memories can make their presence known.
The video clip comes from a movie called “Return to Paradise”, with Anne Heche, Vince Vaughn, and Joaquin Phoenix - about a couple of friends (
By this point, Heche is back in
Then the clip moves to the scene’s of
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7kL4WZxRXA
What’s the final word here? That guilt and justice prevail? That we are condemned? When I did prison ministry… the themes that people longed to hear were Grace and Compassion… and Forgiveness… so they could forgive themselves.
Sometimes in the long road of life, in those long nights, we can be overcome by self-guilt and condemnation, until we wake up and let the glorious morning sun burn off the memories of the long night. Until they come again… and we have to deal with them once more.
Lord… help me.
We have fallen before the cross, on our knees
Lord… help me. I can’t do this alone.
And there are the words… and a hand…
Stand up, and walk! Your sins are forgiven! Be free once more!
Free from your own prison! Le the light shine on you forever more!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOzZu0MDz6s&feature=related Enjoy this one!
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