Forgiven
Cold and heavy.
Caked and shadowed,
by the mud of the earth.
I pray for reprieve.
High tide are the waves,
in the ocean of forgiveness.
The warm water crashes over me.
Mud that once coated,
now drips from my fingertips.
Weightless and clean.
Glowing from the light of the Son.
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