Bruised knees

beset and overwhelmed
by guilt

lack of self-control
desire for self-righteousness

a cacophony of thoughtsandimagesandalltoomildrepentance

And he picks out
the whimper
for relief
from myself

it doesn’t come from
feeling bad enough
chanting the right mantra
pleading the right bargain

The Son is forced
upon my mind
and my heart
clears
right
up