As the fabric unravels, the differences
laid bare
between the veils of egoism
and humility’s threadbare
coat,
I’m painfully aware at every turn
of my habitual (quite human)
culpability,
my unforced, everyday
defilements of love,
becoming ever more wise to
myself and penitent
yet, at each candid moment,
the shame is tinged with joy and
relief –
where transgressions once
passed unnoticed
each now is being led onto
the burning grounds,
returned to the nothingness
they are and always were.
O child of God, part of the
inducement of surrender
is the abandonment of guilt
and remorse.
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