Wrists and Ankles

There is so much I want to say–

To type in a small, inch-like

breadth

where I could offer my failures

in an unfailing paragraph,

And watch You wipe

them all away.

But sometimes,

the ink still penetrates,

a remembered shadow

of all the things said

and done, the thick

strap grasping my ankles

As I walk closer and closer

to Your freeing hand.

So here they are, wrists

And ankles,

And all the words

I'll never say,

But You've always

Known from

the moment

You set my life to

the tick of Your

time–here, now

forever,

and ever.



Amen.