my stomach is dizzy
my hands are a wreck
i can't sit still
my mind races
what are these traces of guilt?
why won't they leave?
this pressure behind my eyes
when will it have been?
i have dealt treacherously
i have lied
i have stolen time
i have borrowed what i cannot repay
when payment is due
and my hands are a wreck
and i hold them out empty
will i find mercy?
my hands are a wreck
no stigmata
how can they be clean?
who will want them?
i need to be loved
maybe not for who i am
maybe for who i can be
no more treachery
no more lies
no more theft
no more defaults on loans of the heart
what is my surety?
God has forgiven
then there is no room for guilt?
remorse certainly
yet my hands are a wreck
my hands are my works
for good and for ill
what are these traces of guilt?
they are my hands
This is well done- the more I read it, the more I like it ^^ The topic is something that I think everyone can relate to at least on some level, hands hold great symbolism. My favorite is the flow of the last two- Hope, yet reality.
ReplyDeleteHow do you "redeem" your hands, or how do your hands help to redeem you? John the baptist tells his audience in Luke to produce deeds in keeping with repentence. The people could not cleanse themselves, but they could honor their cleansing by living as a transformed people- not flawlessly, but consistently. Hands are so much more honest than lips. Hands can transform the heart- your own, as well as the heart of others.
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