The Shower

Reading about forgiveness and God's grace, and was inspired to think about my own ridiculous behavior with regards to how I could function but don't:

The Shower

Aaahhhh!

Your words stream over my soul with warmth and grace
stripping from my heart the filthiness of the day.
I revel in the luxuriousness of your parables,
turning myself about to expose every naked place.


Your truth trickles down my face
dripping off my chin,
dribbling from my elbows,
swaddling my tummy
purging, washing, renewing, invigorating.

It has been so long.
I am dirt crusted, caked with crud.
The water courses without recrimination
ever caressing, sloughing off one layer at a time,
aching to find my flesh.

I stand long minutes, head bowed,
totally absorbed, enamored, in ecstasy.
It feels so good.
I could stay here forever.

But I don't.
I step from this shower
dripping wet and dash back into the street
heedless of the mud, the grime.

I'll take a shower again - sometime.