Somehow I find myself
standing before You
raising my filthy hands
towards your immaculate light.
My face, hands, body, and feet
are sullied by my thoughts
by my transgressions.
Each day I wallow in mire.
But my mind is deluded
I do not see the mire.
I cannot fathom
that my shower of love
is filled with the muddied waters
of wanting something in return,
a sea of ulterior motives.
For one cannot truly love
and want something in return.
This is not a lesson I have learned.
For most of us want something,
love in return, honor, friendship, or respect.
Lord, cleanse me a sinner.
Let real tears for the love of humanity
pour out from my soul
to the point that even the
soles of my feet
are purified from within.
Let me exude Your love.
A love that asks for nothing in return.
(3-8-09)
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