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
Elusive Silence 