You stand in a river and thirst.
You are up to your knees in truth and goodness,
up to your knees in the light
yet your eyes remain fixed on darkness.
It’s not about who you slept with
in the back of a Chevy when you were sixteen.
It’s not about the time you stole
a bottle of wine from the Seven-Eleven.
It’s not about the lies and the anger and the spiteful
words.
It’s about the light inside.
The love and the holiness.
And if you’re not careful, the current will drag you under
and pull you out to sea.
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