Nails

Willfully, obstinately, disobediently did I behave:
As a scornful servant or traitorous son.
I, an Edmund unto myself, sought my own delight,
And, unwilling to deny appetite, denied greater things.

Loving and loved–love found without seeking
Arrived unannounced, but suddenly.
Whirlwind passions swept through in torrents
Of romance, of tenderness, of devotion.

But, oh, to what end! Unforeseen and unimaginable:
I, the betrayed, struck by disgust and pain,
Even while the stripes left on my skin
Became reminders of my own betrayal.

The nails that tore my back and arms
Left scars and stained my body,
Yet the nails driven into Another
Graciously cleansed me of all my sin.

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