Absolution

I am brittle, I am bare, and the thorns are still there
But now that the snow is falling, I am sincere
The day beckons me and soon I am overcome
And on bended knee I pray with gentle words
And with pureness of heart I seek absolution
Sacrifice is my salvation, my blood, my breath, my life.

December 16, 2006
© Cordell J. Larkin