A Lenten Tribute

the sun on my back warms me inside when i think of its brilliance radiating from the puncture in your palms where the nails festered. those holes grant me agency, undeserved am I, merciful are you, cleaning my slate clean time again. if only my heart could hold more of you. I strive for full to bursting but get knocked back time again. [My own stupid fault.] loving you is why i live serving you is all i need You are everything. So why is it so hard for me to love, to serve, to live for you? undeserved am I, merciful are you- sharing your light unto my path time again.