An Eighth Sin For This Age
by Michael Doyle

Some say sins come from impatience and indolence,
And in this age of only a little bit of innocence.
Acedia knows without pretense at ambivalence,
That sometimes the best we have is listlessness.

Self-help has seldom beaten getting God's grace.
This is the self-talk hinted at by the human race.
Rumor has it that we are punished by our sin,
And still go right back at them again and again.

Humanity sits here together collectively by inference
Wondering how life gets better by tattered reference.
Sometimes battered by moments of indifference,
These are behaviors learned by petty observance.

There's a dream logic that knows the beauty of decay,
Its pieces of circular modernity forcibly rule the day.
A moral map is needed from buzz words and human gluttony
The sins of envy fill each of us to the brim with envy.

We must unlearn our little conceits of overwhelming will.
That is, until our better angels learn to readily prevail.
We listen to the winds blow as we learn to become still.
It's the closest we come to holiness or ever truly will.

(c) April 17, 2026   Michael Doyle
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