‘I am he who blots away your sins for my own sake
and will never think of them again.
Oh remind me of this promise of forgiveness
for we must talk about your sins.
Plead your case for my forgiving you.’
Isaiah 43:25
Blotted away
and swept clean.
Waters stilled
until they’re clear.
I, and my sins,
beneath your hand.
For your sake,
not just mine,
forgotten,
and forever unrecalled.
One who is forgiven little
loves not as much,
as one
forgiven more.
Its our love for you
that is your desire
and which we
publically declare.
The promise of forgiveness
leads us to reveal
our naked selves,
and deep-seated shame
to you, the one who hears us
for no reason but
there be no obstruction
between your heart and ours.
Not to chastise
do you incline your ear,
but to remind
us of our status,
our eternal
dwelling place.
Where muddied waters flow clear
in the current of your grace.
Ana Lisa de Jong
January 2017
Living Tree Poetry 