(Psalm 103:14)
So soon to shun the illicit?
The sooner the better!
Sins like stones burden hearts,
Sinking depths, places of
Stark bleakness, unaware
Of the power to
Cast away - not mine but His.
Ah, those who’ve never asked,
Who wouldn’t hope!
A whole life lived,
Weighted down, sluggish,
Playing the same loop
Over and over in the head:
He never rose,
He never rose,
He never rose.
Gary Edward Geraci