Tubs, Sin, and Grace

The cast iron tub is clean, at least
until the moment you climb in
with the grime of the day,
from within, from the world around you.
There is no shortage of dirt.

But at the same time, there is no shortage
of grace, or tubs of hot water
to wash away the things that mar you.

About this poem

I used to have a pastor who would often say “There’s no sin greater than God’s grace.” (Are you listening David?) I have leaned on that one a few times over the years. A poem about tubs. A poem about sin. A poem about grace and gratitude.

Tom