“But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?”
Does the devil have a heart?
Does he love, does he grieve?
Does he miss being apart
from God? Long for a reprieve?
Does the devil ever pray?
Does he whisper holy psalms?
Does he view hell with dismay
hoping Christ will send him balms?
Does the devil ever quake
with pure sorrow and pure shame
wishing he could make a break,
knowing he bears all the blame.
Could the devil e’er repent?
Could he bend his knee and pray
for forgiveness and ascent
back to heaven’s glorious day?
Could we humans e’er forgive
or would we hold a solid grudge?
Could we just live and let live?
Truly, who are we to judge?
This might be our greatest test,
seeing how well we resolve
to truly love, to do our best
when God forgives can we absolve?
Written for Poetic Asides November poem-a-day challenge, prompt, use a quote, and base your poem on it.