Where do I go?
Where do I go
to get my innocence back?
O fresh-cheeked, joyous, clear-eyed boy!
Shall I break the news to you?
I sold you out ... ages ago, for shining trifles.
Innocence strewn and squandered,
compliance wheedled and coaxed –
secret indulgences, anonymous compromises,
a whisper and a hope... and all for love;
all for love ... but, I lacked the courage.
Beaten up, pasted over, trampled under ...
I betrayed you and failed you ...
and here you are again, forgiving me,
begging me to come clean.
I have no promises to make. It will take courage ...
all the courage I never had –
the countless moments of truth
that came and went and found me wanting.
Where do I go ... to find that courage?
To get my innocence back?
Here, said my Beloved.
Come here. Come to Me.
O child of God, your pretenses worn threadbare ...
let your humble, homely truth shine through.