Come back and let the pauper in!
I am aware of all my sin.
I lost you in the dark and cold,
Forgetting all I've ever been.
'Tis time to love, perhaps to scold.
I won't be going back, all told,
For I am yours alone at last
And safely tucked within the fold.
Please do not doubt, despite my past.
I know I change my heart too fast.
But I'm sincere and begging grace
From stores I know are full and vast.
No! Do not turn aside in haste.
Perhaps I come to such a place
With flattery and not with tears,
But do not turn aside your face.
Alright--I see. I'm not sincere.
I come not with sufficient fear.
I am no beggar, just a flea,
And I can have no business here.
But oh, what is this that I see?
What is this love? What can it be?
Despite my hopeless discontent
You have poured mercy over me.
postscript
DFC day 26. Only two more to go and I'll be done. I liked the rubaiyat I wrote last year better, but I do like how well this examines how my heart has been lately. I think I can change my mind a lot and not be fully aware of what it means to be given grace. What it really means. But even though I foolishly don't remember, it's still granted me. kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/…