An Easter Poem: I dream of forgiveness

I dream of forgiveness

A memory, so foreign to me now

That wakes me to a still night.

Some hurt, somebody, some place long ago

But it was me.

 

A cold glass of water

I drink to wet my lying tongue.

I breathe to calm my guilt-ridden chest

I toss and turn and kick the sheets

I drive my heavy head into the pillow.

 

Oh, why would you die for me?

Me, who knows very little

Me, who disobeys

Me, who is weak

Me, who is scared

Me, who sometimes acts like a child

 

Yet you say bring the children

For the Kingdom of God is such as these.