The Hem of My Sins

I stand

in a stream of consciousness

its gentle waters

lapping against

the hem of my sins,

those sins

which have forgotten

the face of god.

I turn

my face

to sun's bliss

as it palpates

tender lips. eyelids prick,

tears shimmer at edges

of harvesting thoughts

watering rivers of tears.

at each lap

I invite into my heart

the sorrow which

presses up against it.

Opening the door to each sin

allowing it room

to sit awhile.

I remember them all

recalling that each was born

out of my own unhappiness.

I reach out

my hand

to what was,

enveloping the more present me,

the one who lives in peace.

copyright/all rights reserved April 17, 2012 Audrey Howitt. Do not copy or use without the express written permission of the author.