Forgiven Living

The vestiges of sin

plague me when

I unchain the lock

my heart-door ajar,

it crawls back in

Like the wicked servant

whose un-holy debt

was paid in full,

then acted evil all the more

Am I treating the forgiveness of my sin

with an utter lack of remorse?

Trampling the perfect gift

with deliberate force?

If I am forgiven

How am I living?

It would be beyond crazy

to constantly carry

an endless array

of concrete-laden bags

on my insufficient shoulders

When Christ pounded the rocks to dust

Let the pieces of your past pitiful life

Scatter to the wind, forgiven

as far as East from West

A/N: The Parable of the Wicked Servant may be found at Matthew 18:21-35