October 09, 2011


Prompt from Poetic Bloomings: falling short

For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh… Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! (Romans 7:18, 24-25)

In me,
bares its ugly claws
snarls with rancid breath
deformity itself, absence of good-

but in Him I have new life, new clothes
gone are my deformities, washed away
freed to find goodness, considered just,
not of my own self but in His perfection-

and so His purity cleanses my impurity
beauty eclipses my damaged soul
virtue annuls my guiltiness
pardoned, forgiven,
in Him alone.

Posted simultaneously at DogFur and Dandelions.

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