No need to covet repentance –
There’s plenty of room for my knees
here on the ground,
here where the clods and grains of dirt
are moister than I thought,
here in the realm of things
that creep and thrive
in the structure of the soil

No need to covet repentance –
There are more than enough
ways for me to crumble,
leave my former ways of reckoning behind

I, too, can swell and grow,
in awe of what makes me,
in gratitude for every way I’m held

And for the daily
reassessing and revealing
of what interlocks us perfectly,
gives us our purpose
and makes us new.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 16, 2020