A Shadow

My shadow is a pen Writing down my footsteps, My actions and my words; My thoughts all into the Burdens of mother earth. Oh Lord, nothing is hidden From Your grip: You have spies and detectives Everywhere, the whole of nature Reports to You and keeps My diaries etched in the earth: There's no escape from You: There's no shadow but Your shadow. Let me speak good of my brothers, As if I am writing Memoirs on their fresh grave: I am nothing better than them; You have taken me this far With nothing but Your mercy And grace; otherwise My shadow testifies as to The many times it has shamed from me, Yet it could not flee. The golden earth is Your secret mirror, Reflecting all our actions Into the skies and sucking them Into its burdens: There's nothing hidden from You: Forgive me, Most Gracious: I stand at Your mercy.