At the Altar
for the "Tattoo This Line" challenge
The quiet of a moment
A shaking hand raised high
The mercy of atonement
A dying, smoke-smudged sky
.
I stand at the altar of Judgement
WIth nothing in my hands
That’s worthy to be placed upon it
But my sandcastle, selfish, plans
.
Cast it all upon the altar,
Give it up to God.
It’s only causing me to falter,
I, a clawing, clutching fraud.
.
My earthly dreams burn in fury,
I feel it white-hot in my soul
Burn my darkness for His glory,
His love consumes me whole
.
Fire dances in ashes and sand
I’m freed in the quiet of the moment
At the altar of Self I stand,
And feel the mercy of atonement.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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Comments (1)
Beautiful as always, M.A.! <3