Forgiven

How do I reconcile

The darkness under the lamp

How do I offer

The holy water murky with mud

Do I notice

My cup is broken, many times over

Can I tell

My hands are not always steady

Do I weigh my soul

In a balance, against my actions

Do the sins

Weigh heavy, and sink the scale

Today I sit

And be silent in my presence

Lower my head

And my ego and my mind

Count every infraction

Like the beads on the rosary

Mend my cup

With flakes of gold

Let the mud settle

I can see my reflection

Accountable, but forgiven

Made whole