Thursday, February 7, 2013

Pebbles


Such a stone to function through;
are these pebbles stuck in here,
in this heart, this mortal heart?
Sinful heart—and my own thoughts
drove them there. My rolling thoughts
smoothed the stones and clashed against
them, depositing by day
little secrets, lustful ways.
Oh, my God! Please come and save
me from this—the weight of sin
trapped inside a wand’ring heart.

--Emily