Fool

Take what you are given

Seeing the guilt

there and wondering what

you did to cause it

other than try to walk

a path lit by goodness

and, sin shows you,

how self denial is a performance

when the reward gathers dust,

you

naive

fool

what

were

you

thinking?

to love so much it hurts

to breathe beneath the

weight of it

and the blade turns

opening the wound

wide enough

to fall through

into nothing

but a quiet, dignified

sadness

Because you should know

By now

It is in

On you

But God you love

And you just want to show her

Without being destroyed by it