Is there gold which lies beyond the guilt?
Or is this another fallible misconception?
Shall I be ashamed and hide in the disillusionment of hibernation?
Or plunge my feet into the crystal clear smooth waters of depth?
In my fury of mental deliberation
A sliver of light begins to refract and emerge.
Improper sacrifices are rebuked
Shouldering the burden of linear thinking.
A shepherd and image bearer
Obligated to save truth
That is hidden
Finding refuge in the inadequacies
Of dead weight
A cracked cistern
Holding no water
This unflinching hidden agenda
Requires risk to seek the mineral,
Perspective against humility
A providence of failings
Laced with intent
Enthralled by mercy
Triumphing over judgment.