Redeemed

I have fallen from my pinnacle, my

attempt to be spotless, pure, unsullied,
I can no longer look at others with pity,
thinking I am not like the rest of those
poor creatures who have to bow their heads,
beg for forgiveness. Now I am one with them,
with all the sinners of the world, bent low, 
crawling, afraid to look up at the Beloved.

Yet God reaches out, lifts my bowed head
raises me up with love and compassion.
“You are my beloved,” he says, "fear not
your blot is not permanent, but erased.
I have made you new again like fresh flesh
bathed in the waters of redemption. 
Now you are truly human, real, radiant 
as the rising sun, resplendent with new life."