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Silver shiver of sanctity
find my flesh, wanting to burrow inside
Knowing I am not worthy to walk
the clouds they offer, I turn my eyes away,
pretend not to see
How can I cozen good and worthy angels?
To place my sins upon a platter?
Sin-eater, who takes my sins away from me,
willing to digest those wormy pieces of meat
holding my every deviation from what
is right and necessary
My sins are mine, dark an dreary doorways
of my absolute destruction
Acts of contrition done, I am facing
the vagaries of my life
Now I see how black a cloud
is my graceless state
Will it swallow me and hide my sun?
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
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