At times I don't feel good enough
to approach certain folks of rank
who in my eyes seem holier
where my voice begins to shrink.
In their presence I am small
yet they have been kind to me
but seldom do they let me see
that side of them that's dirty.
I cannot hide my filthy side
it's part of who I am
through it I find redemption
the need to hold a hand.
Perhaps we would be holier
if we allowed with candid face
our dirtied souls' exposures
and open hands that offer grace.
april 30, 2007
I don't really feel like explaining this now. Perhaps it needs no context.