Rising from his knees, slowly
for he had been in prayer, heavy deep, honest prayer
petitioning the creator, for a lifetime gone
the weight of the years set down, cast off
shackles of guilt, of shame, long ago rusted, unlocked
callous, scars where they sat around his heart
softening in the sanctuary, melting away
Living anew, or so he would from that moment on
unburdened and reborn, in forgiveness and love
April 7, 2008
Walk to Emmaus
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