he carries with such!
a tenderness the weight of my love,
flawed and fragile though it may be.
i am faulty as
this heart who once knew
dark ways— unacceptable by standards
even i had once adhered to—
and now longs for his beacon.
he is the threshold to a change
i did not foresee,
that i cannot
that i will not live without.
i bear the marks of foolishness
on my skin, on my sleeve so
who could doubt my breach of trust?
i am aware and my shame
cannot be undone.
but time will sing, will pray—
as love will mold me—
what i once was, where i once failed
let it be the ground
that i crush ‘neath my feet
on my journey with he
who has restored this heart and
bade me tread upon new pasture.