Before Thee I Come Poem by Job Ombati

On bended knees I cometh.
Without mascara;
no pedicure
no manicure
no moustache
no cap
no crap.
Naked of heart I am,
but with hands so crimson.
Inspect me for
inquities - hordes guaranteed to find.

To Thee I cometh,
heavy of heart
but light of goodness.
At Thy feet I lay the heavy pale,
that my soul so depress.
Prostrate I lie before thine throne of mercy.

With the bareness of heart, I cometh.
A contrite heart;
no haughty beards,
no holy garbs,
no fringes to my skirt,
just the me in my birth suit.
Soft steps are on thine consecrated grounds,
Stilettos no longer of use.

My heart thou see,
as of binoculars through.
On my transparent heart,
clear-glass as motives
and empty palms of praise.

Before Thee I come.