This morning
I stand still in that which is pure
as liquid Light seeps down
into the dark chinks
where I hide my sins
as relentless illumination scours
those deep recesses
of self-deception
No need to strike my breast
my heart heaves and rocks
with each wordless mea culpa
Wracked
ransacked
still I stand in the Light
Then mercy comes in
2 comments:
Ils sont beaux tes poèmes! Pourquoi ne me les as-tu pas envoyés????? D.
Thank you.
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