laundering divinity

This refuge does not come cheaply

None ever do

The deity that require palms upraised

claims this is towards some unseen nuturing

There are no white horses here

The grazing ground is barren

Here ashes have settled

and my skin is left to its cold marble finish

Polish me then

with those beggared beliefs

My hope is my weakest link

and moves through me like a predator

breaking the sterility of my thoughts

with one bright fruit

I am imperiled though all over again

What strange sighs would move the heart then

Evermore a sinner

with celebration moving forward

remorse to bring all

closer to an end