i sit surrounded by my gods
before the lord of hosts.
and ask "must i surrender these
to come before thy throne?"
                   ~
"my child, not as a thief to rob;
let not your heart dismay,
already you believe in god,
believe ye thus in me.
for not as a thief to rob, come i
forth from our common gate;
but came a willing sacrifice,
those reft of hope to save.

to those who know no god within,
to shew forth god without.
to those whose hearts grew faint and thin,
to manifest more perfect love.
an archer who has missed the mark
must own the space between
where aim was meant and arrow fell;
the same is called the sin.

so came i from our common home,
a marksman skilled in aim,
to teach the feebler archers how
to draw the sinew, thus i came.
for all who live are precious souls
who stand within god's heart.
and naught but one's own blinded will
has set the two apart.

not as a thief to rob, but a physician
sent to heal.
to bind their wounds and mend their blindness
came i to this world.
many mansions fill the great beyond
from whence we come.
not as a their came i from thence
but to remind thee of our home.

let not therefore your heart dismay
for as the lotus flower,
one god, by many names is called;
and yet is one in power.

Not sure I like the dead English, spoils a nice tale, only Yorkshire men can get away with writing "thee" in a poem and get noticed.

I kinda like the "dead English" myself. I think it adds a little something to the poem. I like the lines
"to those who know no god within,
to shew forth god without.
to those whose hearts grew faint and thin,
to manifest more perfect love.
an archer who has missed the mark
must own the space between
where aim was meant and arrow fell;
the same is called the sin."
This has great imagery within it. I also like the idea of people sent forth to lead others to God being compared to archers. What a great yet almost contrasting metaphor! Again, I love the rhyming and the rhythm. You have mastered this art where I could not. I am actually rather jealous.  ;) All of my rhyming poems sounded childish and forced, whereas yours bounce off the tongue. I, however, must shine in freeverse. I'm glad someone at least could master rhyming, the blasted thing. *grin* Wonderful work!

For the book! Unfortunately, she doesn't post anymore, but this is still a rocking poem. I debated for two days over which poem of hers to post. =)