All moments have led us up to here;
the omens pointed to it
and it came as no surprise.
Something so Divine,
I want to do it all perfect.
How could I?
How can I let go of something so precious?
My heart aches
and still
I turn my eyes.
I hold my head high and beg for mercy
because how could I
give up something so precious,
so Divine.
The Lord,
He comforts me.
Forgiveness for what has yet to come.
For what is.
I want to do it all right.
But how could I?
Will it ever be perfect?
Maybe a bit more right?
I ask for mercy.
In all moments,
You hear my cry.
My tears nourish unkempt soil.
Forgive me Lord, for what I do not know.
But how could I?
I pray for wisdom.
I pray for forgiveness.
I pray for redemption.
How strange that Nature does not know, and yet does not intrude!
Emily Dickinson