Forgive me, Creator,
For I am sin.
I can’t find my way out
Of the hell my mind’s in.
I understand
With imperfect grace,
Love rules all,
That Love is Your Face.

Forgive me, my Painter,
For I have sinned.
I’ve changed the palette
You colored me with.
I understand,
With imperfect grace,
Hue guides all,
That Hue is Your face.

Forgive me, my Mother,
For all my sins.
My growth was slowed
By inner war’s din.
I understand,
With imperfect grace,
Existence is in
The Light of your Face.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/15/05