Poem: A Washing Away

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A Washing Away

You stand and watch as the water rushes past,
loud and churning in the morning.

You loft a shred of locust wood
into the air and it falls into the water,
swept away fast as sin
and just as sure.

And yet, you bleed,
the thorns of the locust leaving their mark
long after they are gone.

About this poem

God forgives and releases our sins. In a moment. Completely.

But often we hold onto them, marked by our mistakes, holding on to the pain long after God has forgotten and let it go.

We’re stupid that way.


PS – If you are not familiar with trees, Locust trees have thorns. Ancient legends say it was the tree that Christ was crucified on, and that after the crucifixion, God gave it thorns so no one would ever use it for that purpose again.

PPS – To my non-Christian readers, bear with me. Sometimes the preacher in me leaks into the poet in me. Sometimes too, it works the other way around.

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