Coming to Myself

Forgive my anger
All this past year.
I wasn’t that well
Shaken by fear
Though you assured
I stopped coming to serve
But to be served
In ways I don’t deserve.

In both affection
And dire need
I clenched knuckles
Too white to bleed
Around a people
And a place
That were Yours, not mine.
I didn’t seek Your face

I sought Your benefits.

Help me start again
Wherever that may be,
Remembering what I am
In modest humility.

Deliver us from evil.