Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Escaping the thorns

He stands, waiting, watching, tear stained face.  He stands and I stand.  Guilt ridden for being caught in the thorns and for the juice that stains bright from the forbidden berries.  I stand and I feel unworthy of joining Him on the road. 

He waits. 

I cry out that I am unworthy.

He waits.

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