Posted by hiddenhurt on December 4, 2016, at 9:18:11
The silt of sin won't wash away; it swirls and remains.
The heaviest transgressions sink by current unrelieved.
Their clouds darken everything in light-obscuring stains.
I cannot clean the endless night I myself conceived.Only briefly, sometimes, my prayer restores me.
(And only briefly, sometimes, do I pray!)
Like a crab that sifts the silt, some urge implores me
To keep looking for love every day,Although love--and wisdom--do not on the bottom lay.
We need to live, but cannot live on only bread.
Fear and isolation no material things allay.
Peace and our salvation come from overhead.Each moment matters little, we work and rest,
But in prayer and contemplation God reveal his path.
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