Thursday, 27 April 2017

The Shadows of the Past

Alone with all the shadows of the past.

I saw my earthly life glide past in vision. 
Scene after scene, forgotten long ago.
How blind—insanely blind, had I not been!
The sight of all my crimes confounded me.
They crushed my spirit with their leaden weight. 
At last, I whisperedPunish me, oh Lord!

The voice repliedGod claims no penalty.
Sin punishes itself. Each evil seed
Allowed to grow in wanton liberty
Must bear its bitter crop of pain and woe.

Towards the Light—A Mystic Poem, Princess Karadja, Dodd, Mead and Company, New York, 1908