Forgiveness

I stumbled under the weight of my anger oh God

and in that brief moment, You stopped being enough.  

I chose to live in the fiction of my wounds.  

Now I’m back at the fire’s edge, 

uncomfortable with its beauty, 

fearful of my desire to return to the flames.  

Fragile as ash I come to you Father, 

seeking the eternal yes of your forgiveness.  

Remove the bitter taste of sin from my tongue and let me be a place where flowers grow.