the skin I've worn

is battered and torn

the full weight of reckoning has fallen


I endured my curse

and did my worse

now my soul (forgive the easy rhyme) is all in


I have no idea whether

any good I've managed in this life

will serve others or me

all that well


but it feels much better

to lay down and embrace peace like a wife

and whether I finally find grace for all creation's lunacy

who but the One can tell?



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