Redemption, like water through your fingers,
A coil of mist beyond your grasp,
Almost within reach, but no whisp lingers,
No droplet held within your clasp.
No arbiter or judge except your endless soul,
No sign of the divine expresses,
The hole which leaves you unwhole,
Filled with the unholy that so wholly possesses.
That which can only be gifted, never taken,
That which you must give first in order to receive,
That which requires the unshaking will of the shaken,
To embrace grace and finally believe.
Forgiveness is the first step of that road,
And with each footfall steadily release,
Your grip on the burdens of your own bitter load,
And there, honest and naked, seek redemptive peace.