How deeply did those eyes reach into me,
What horrors and confession they drew from me!
In such an ease of way, that nothing mattered, but the warm bath
Lapping my sins into a paler, whiter colour
Compelled, I spoke of shame
They offerd no restoration
But I was becoming cleaner, lighter.
And staring back,
I felt as if I could only see so far
Cloudy swirls would not receed and I grew desperate for connection.
The more I confessed, the more I moved a little deeper
But with all I could possibly remember;
As light as a feather and white as the clouds,
I saw no further.
I began to despair!
Eyes closed,
I worship
Blindly.
Hoping.
Calm.
Almost
Free