Honestly

I sweat a verse
Some spark of sainthood
What one becomes once atonement

    Has burned soul, crumpled plans, seared illusions

Instead verse reflects a dim halo
Gropes for sainted words
Frowns at abstractions

    How mercy grace goodness
    How faithfulness how fall

And about the rhyme
How music can inspire.

(Holy Friday, April 22, 2011, at GUV)

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