Forgive Me All Your Sins Poem by James McLain

I bath in holy water
it burns
where you touched me
why?
I trusted you
you broke the rocks in my garden
why?
Your burning spreads my mind
it is
such a simple mind
you touched my whip
uncoiled it searches you out
it knows of
your sins they drip fall from your hair
as do the stars
countless heavens door ajar
cascading shooting moons
soft face
scorching mine passage of
flame
may be your right
defenseless I am
against your
sins
my eyes are yours to see me
beneath
waters cool mist
living springs
I flow
washing scrubbing
pales that are yours
trees are fruit you bore
in me
giving my palm
you filled
thinkers tireless
lustfully capturing
you your sins
in me I am yours so full it is
as they are delightfull
you say I must bear them all
reaching for them
over and over again your
sins.