Confessions Key To Heaven I. Confessions, like a balm, can soothe the soul, And cleanse the wounds that fester in the heart; With courage, one can make the dark thoughts whole, And from the guilt and shame, one can depart. The act of confession can bring release, A chance to share the burden of one's mind; A sacred moment, a moment of peace, A chance to seek forgiveness, and be kind. For in this act of baring all one's sins, One can find solace in the holy light; And though the path of life may still have spins, The soul will shine with purity and might. So, let us all embrace this cleansing art, And seek redemption with a humble heart. II. Confessions, like a key, can open doors, And let the light of truth shine through the cracks; A chance to heal, to make amends, and more, A chance to break the chains that hold us back. The act of confession can bring release, A chance to lay the secrets of the past; A sacred moment, a moment of peace, A chance to let forgiveness come at last. For in this act of humbling oneself, One can find strength in the divine embrace; And though the journey may be long and tough, The soul will feel the warmth of heaven's grace. So, let us all embrace this brave new start, And seek forgiveness with a contrite heart. III. Confessions, like a bridge, can bring us close, And help us find the common ground of love; A chance to mend the wounds, to heal the blows, A chance to reach the stars, and rise above. The act of confession can bring release, A chance to break the walls that keep us apart; A sacred moment, a moment of peace, A chance to heal the wounds of mind and heart. For in this act of bearing all one's shame, One can find hope in the compassion's light; And though the path of life may still have blame, The soul will shine with love and with delight. So, let us all embrace this loving art, And seek reconciliation with a loving heart. IV Oh, how my heart weighs heavy with remorse, As I confess my sins, both big and small. I pray that God will help me stay the course And lead me safely through life's winding hall. My mind is filled with doubts, and yet I know That only by admitting what I've done Can I seek penance, let my spirit grow, And strive to be a better man at dawn. For it is not in hiding that we find The path to peace, forgiveness, and release. We must confess the darkness in our mind And offer up our souls to God's sweet peace. So let me lay my burdens at His feet, And with a humble heart, my sins repeat. V. Confessions, like a balm upon the soul, Can lift us up and help us see the light. For when we lay our sins before the whole, We banish doubt and make our spirits bright. No longer must we hide in shame and fear, But face the truth with courage and resolve. And though the road ahead may still be drear, We know that we have found the key to solve. For in confession, we can find release, And lay our burdens at our Savior's feet. We can embrace God's love, and feel His peace, And know that we are made again complete. So let us not be afraid to confess, For in our weakness, we can find our best. VI. Oh, blessed Savior, hear my humble plea, As I confess my sins, both great and small. I pray that you will help me to be free And lift me up when I am bound to fall. For I am weak, and often lose my way, And in my doubts, I fear that I am lost. But in confession, I can find the ray Of hope that comes at great, eternal cost. So let me lay my burdens at your feet, And know that I am loved, and always will. For in your grace, I find the mercy sweet, That heals my soul, and makes my spirit still. And though the road may still be long and hard, With you, dear Savior, I will play my part. Confession At The Altar At the altar, I kneel down to pray To confess my sins, to cleanse my soul And to find a way to make whole The broken pieces that went astray. I hold my breath, close my eyes tight, And begin to speak the truth inside To admit my faults, to swallow my pride, And to ask for forgiveness with all my might. I confess the lies, the secrets I keep The wrongs I’ve done, the pain I’ve caused The hurt I’ve felt, the bridges I’ve crossed And the tears I’ve shed as I weep. But at the end of it all, I feel lighter For I know I’ve been heard, I’ve been forgiven And I can start anew, I can begin To walk the path that’s brighter. So I rise from my knees, my heart now free And I face the world with a renewed sense of me. Confessions of a Sinner I am but a sinner, lost in my ways Living a life that’s filled with sin I wander through life without discipline And often find myself in a daze. I know the path that I must take But it seems so hard to follow My heart is filled with fear and sorrow And I fear it’s all a mistake. But I must confess my wrongs And ask for forgiveness from above I need to fill my heart with love And to sing a new song. So I kneel before my Lord And lay my burdens at his feet I pray for mercy and retreat And to be once more restored. I feel the weight lift off my soul As I confess my sins with all my heart And from the darkness, a new light will start And I can once more be whole. Confessions of a Doubting Mind I confess to you, my Lord, my doubts And the fears that fill my mind I question your existence, your kind And often wonder what life’s about. I ask myself, does God exist? Or is it just a figment of my mind? I struggle to leave my doubts behind And often feel lost in the mist. But I know I must have faith And trust in you, my Lord I need to find my own accord And to follow in your grace. So I bow before your throne And lay my doubts at your feet I pray for guidance and to meet Your love that I’ve never known. And though my doubts still linger on I feel your love shining through And I know that I can trust in you And to you, I will always be drawn. Confession Of The Soul In sacred space, on Easter morn I stand Apostle, penitent, and worshiper too Apostate of the past, post-human brand Confessing crimes and seeking mercy true. The essence of Stalinism's Caesarism And the Resurrection of Christ my creed Blasphemy may be the first criticism Of the path my soul has come to lead. Yet, how can I judge God with my frail mind? Perhaps He knows more than my meager thoughts Plans beyond my comprehension find Ways to save the lost, sinners and their fraughts. Let me confess my alienation, pain And seek redemption, let God judge and reign. Confession of the Sinner I hold a candle, lit, and in my hand, A sinner standing in this holy place, My life, a book of transgressions, I stand, In God's presence seeking mercy and grace. I know my crimes, my wickedness, and sin, And humbly beg for forgiveness and peace, And with each prayer and tear, I begin To find release, my troubled soul's release. This postmodern world, so cold and devoid Of faith and love, of morals and compassion, Has left me lost, bereft, and paranoid, Lost in a world of sin, with no passion. Yet, I have found this sacred space, this light, And in confession, found my way to flight. Confession of the Faithful The modern world has left God behind And left us lost, our souls in disarray But in this sacred place, we hope to find The path to God, the true, the only way. We hold our candles, lit, and in our hands, Our faith in God, the Resurrection, strong, Our hearts full of love, our souls in bands, We join our voices, sing the Holy Song. We confess our sins, our faults, and our fears, And seek redemption, peace, and unity, Our faith in God, the balm that soothes our tears, And guides us through this world's insanity. We are the faithful, seeking God's embrace, In this confession, we find our true grace. Confession of a Postmodern Man In this sacred space, I stand Apostle of the essence of Stalinism A zealous confessing worshipper Of Christ’s resurrection, at the same time Blasphemy is the first thought that crosses How can God allow him to stand, with a lit candle in his hand? The perfect image of the "new man" - postmodern, post-human How can the earth not collapse beneath his feet? But these questions, I realize, are my own Judging the Almighty with the measure of my frailty Maybe He knows what He is doing Perhaps He has a plan beyond my understanding If God desires not the death of a sinner But their redemption, then somewhere, sometime, somehow The first step must be taken, maybe The step of entering the church, lighting a candle, and holding it high Perhaps the light of Christ will penetrate The darkness and hatred that have consumed The mind and soul of this monstrous criminal It is not my job but God's to judge him Instead, I focus on what I understand The world I find myself in has abandoned God It has given everything to Caesar and nothing to Him Because there was nothing left to give The journey of decay, through which man Moved away from God, and ultimately banished Him Began not recently, but thousands of years ago When the essence of the divine Word was forgotten Reduced to a non-sacred, human status Of mere "text", the essence of the Word was lost Why did mankind relentlessly pursue this path? Hypotheses abound, but one answer is clear The fragile nature of man, made from dust Bearing the divine spark within him Was too weak to carry the burden of this world It weighed us down, hindered us, and held us back And so, we cast it aside Like a bag left at the side of the road We move on, unencumbered by its weight But there is another path, one that follows The solution offered by Christ himself Give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's A clear division, one that demands a choice What belongs to Caesar is clear What belongs to God is not so easily defined But to follow this path is to carry the weight Of the divine spark within us, to embrace our divine nature It is not an easy path, but it is one worth taking For in doing so, we may find redemption and salvation. A blasphemy, they say, to speak the truth, To bare one's soul and lay it at God's feet, To tell the secrets of one's misspent youth, And seek forgiveness for each foul deceit. But is it not a greater sin to hide The dark, the ugly, and the shameful parts, And let them fester, silently inside, While feigning innocence with pious hearts? Confession is the salve that soothes the soul, The cleansing balm that heals the wounded heart, The key that sets the prisoner parole, And gives the sinner a fresh, guiltless start. So let us not fear to confess our crimes, And trust that God will pardon us in time. The sacred space, the church, the Easter Mass, The candle in Putin's hand, burning bright, The perfect image of the "new man" class, Postmodern, post-human, the zealot's light. Confessor, apostle, penitent, devout, Of Stalinist Caesar's criminal essence, And Jesus' Resurrection, without doubt, Your faith in both defies all common sense. Blasphemy, they say, to question God's plan, To judge the Almighty with human measure, But in your words, I see a desperate man, Seeking redemption, atonement, and pleasure. May God forgive your sins, and cleanse your heart, And in His grace, give you a brand new start. The road to perdition is well-trodden, And many have lost their way, I confess, The modern world has left God forgotten, And given Caesar all that they possess. But some have found the path to salvation, Through faith, humility, and selfless love, And in their hearts, they carry the passion, To spread the Word of God, like Noah's dove. Confession is the first step on that road, The recognition of our fallen state, The turning point, where we shed our heavy load, And open up to grace, and love, and fate. So let us not despair, but take the leap, And trust that God will guide us, if we weep.
SALOMEEA ROMANESCU is a doctor in International Relations and European Integration History – European Integration of Central and Eastern European Countries and Postgraduate European Studies – International Center for European Formation (CIFE), Nice, France and the Department of Politics, Science and European Affairs at the University of Cologne, Germany. She has a European Master’s degree in Human Rights and Democratization – Human Rights and Democratization Process from the University of Padova. She is interested in conflict resolution and peacebuilding for minority representatives and indigenous peoples, UNITER Geneva, UN, Landegg Academy, Switzerland, and has studied 24 foreign languages, including Sanskrit and Hindi – through studies at the National Institute of Oriental Languages and Civilizations, France, and the University of Bucharest. She is interested in creating a new integrative theory of knowledge that brings together natural, social, applied sciences, worldviews, and ethics, leading to the creation of an international system that creates peace through literary works dedicated to the theory of everything, as well as through a thesis on Postgraduate Academic Studies in International Relations and European Integration, National School of Political and Administrative Studies, Bucharest, and studies on spirituality and quantum medicine, in preparing leaders of the global spiritual-informational elite, cosmomanism, cosmology, history of religions. Her theory is applied in her poetic work as well as in her profession as a Business Advisor, Training Coordinator and Trainer Trainer in the field of structural instruments management and European affairs, Ministry of Public Finance, Ministry of European Integration. She was a school inspector at the Ministry of National Education. She has published Poems for Children – Poems for Children, philosophical poetry in numerous anthologies with philosophical poetry awarded first place nationally and internationally. The poem of humanity’s healing encrypts the Theory of Everything, capable of secreting a peaceful and integrated societal model of earthly spiritual happiness. Her work “Unicosul sunt Eu” was awarded at the
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