I thought I knew God

He just wanted me at Sunday mass - easy enough

I lived my life; he could live his

Until sin bound me, wound me in chains

Of pride, lust, and pain

Convincing me to ignore the stains

That reined, crowned with shame

Sin appears as bliss, but it really is a kiss

From Judas,

a deceitful, unfruitful bout

Of woundedness

Of ugliness

Of loneliness

So much less than what could be your yes

To Christ

On the shore,

Calling, “Follow me”

In the confessional,

Calling, “Come to me”

In the eucharist,

Calling, “Be with me”

I know God,

He is my father,

Where I can fall into His freeness,

Flee from the world in His fortress,

And be made fully alive in His faithfulness,

Forever