Isaiah 40:31

But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
Hi everyone!
This is my first post and  I am still apprehensive about publicizing things that I've written, especially because of the enormity of the audience.One of my professors, Aravind Sir, asked me to start a blog and hence this blog is dedicated to him.I pray to that sublime energy that sustains the universe to bestow in me the strength to keep writing, so that one day it attains a certain degree of finesse eligible for publication.
I wrote the poem below last month and I'd be really happy to get some feedback on how I can rework it.


To Christ
I abhor thy saintly eyes,
That aver no love
To souls deprived and dying.
Their gaunt faces
Bent with fatigue,
Tied and bloody
Strangely resurrect
Thy wounds of treachery.
But the end is not holy
Their cries for succour,
left unheard by apostles,
who once helped ease
Lazarus' death woes.
Has faith been betrayed
And the rosary spurned,
Or is it that we are filthy
beyond the altar's clemency?