Sinner

We are all around you, a forest of truth in word and deed...and you are lost here. This is not your place. You shun such dappled light! You run, forsaking every fact! You fall upon the rutted ground...afraid, you might 'become', as we are, mud upon your hands, blood upon your hands...forever and ever, known. But, what you cannot glean, it seems...you are forgiven, here!

Hallelujah!


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: a forest, google pic