You don't need religion
To understand sin.
It lives you can feel it
Gnawing inside of you.
Eating all the goodness that
you want to last forever.

I sit on the porch of my
house in the city.
Stars glint like lights
from a mirror ball
I see them walking by
Lost abandoned mothers
children lost  tired t and hungry.

They are the reasons I lock my doors.
And click my security codes.
But I wonder sometimes.
Those locks,
those codes.
Those bars
on the windows.

Are they keeping
my sin locked in?
or stopping my
goodness and grace
from leaving
and walking the
needy streets at night.