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I began last year

with fingers that

stood parallel,

erect but gapped,

as they were

unsuitable for prayer,

immorality

forced them apart.



Instead of reaching

out to You

for forgiveness,

I held his hands

in spite and

searched inside

unbuttoned pants

for absolution.  



At his departure,

I raised

angered fists

and gripped

formless blankets,

hanging onto

something

that was never there.



Today, my hands clasped

each other as

the distance

from You closed,

and I knew

Your mercy

was finally

within grasp.

Rewrite 2012

with fingers that
stood parallel,
erect but gapped,
as they were
unsuitable for prayer,
corruption
forced them apart.

Instead of reaching
out to You
for forgiveness,
I held his hands
in spite and
searched inside
unbuttoned pants
for absolution.

At his departure,
I raised
angered fists
and gripped
formless blankets,
hanging onto
something
that was never there.

Today, my hands clasped
each other as
the distance
from You closed,
and I knew
Your mercy
was finally
within grasp.