Forgiveness
Born fresh,
Unspoiled,
In a wild grove.
Charmed by the sun;
And rinsed of all sin,
By salvation rains.
Self-pruned
Not in dormancy;
But choose time
Of sap’s fervent run,
Often favoring graft
Of willing consorts--
In vain.
Dark tendrils search
Depths cluttered and
Unknown;
For within, churns
Life-giving sustenance
And communion.
Broad senses absorb
Free air of emotions
Foreign and unresolved;
Detaching toward springs
Unable to embrace
With rigid limbs.
Tremors strike harsh
In awakening of mortality;
Futility in movement
Drafts internal design--
Destined to
Raising lids of coffins
For direction and
Forgiveness.
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