Saturday, February 9, 2013

Where do I go?

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.

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