Repentance stalks me
at the edge of inhaling
what I can’t depict beyond
submitting tithes through hot checks,
connected to a nonexistent bank account.
God, forgive me for stealing from
the pastor to strengthen the destitute
of faith, the tormented and afflicted
with doubt and pain beyond imagination.
The weight of missing the forest for the trees
brought me along this path that you paved for me.

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