Gone Haywire
How far
I have fallen
from your grace.
The stone I dropped into
the breach last week has yet to
find bottom.
Can you forgive the silence
from my heart aware ~
offering excuse and justification
unending until I am ashamed
that I thought I could ever hide from you.
Hear me, Father. Can you forgive me this
detour into black lowlands?
I see your light ahead. On humbled knees, God, will you
have me back . . .
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