נָשָׂא

It was not enough to
see you fall. I
want to see you
crumble, for
you are built of dust.
Your words are putrid,
your flame is black.
O brother, what am I to
think of you? For
in your eyes I glimpsed
both demon and light
Your hands wield destruction,
but still they stretch into
troubled sky to grant the
Lord His glory?

You are blind and
the truth will
find you out.

But I am finding myself on
shores of grace, and
as I approached ever near, tears
began to well in my eyes
because I, too
am dust, bitter
as the earthen grave.
But knowing You who
are light resplendent,
glowing, transcendent and
pure, I am washed with
the fragrance of life,
Your blood for my
jaded bones.

Was I to bleed forever still,
when blood to cleanse already spilt?
Father, teach me how
to forgive.

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