its spindly, iced fingers intertwined with spines of guilt,

subtlety weaving criss-crossed webs of black,

embedded in memory,

blocking vision with its darkness,

trapping dreams in venomous fibers,

twisting up expectation into tangled chaos—saved to be digested another day

and another

and another.


It is finished.

Have you not heard?

You are forgiven.



About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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9 Responses to Shame

  1. Beautiful, intense and a wonderful ending!

  2. dantrewear says:

    thanks. worth thinking about

  3. Tanto Noot says:

    Notice how shame is a lot of times an unnamed heaviness. Twisted, blocking and trapping are good words for it; those are NOT “straight” or “flowing” or “free”! Maybe the “clothes” are like grave clothes (Lazarus) and we can help remove them….

  4. planaquarium says:

    I love this! A good reminder, worthy of posting and re-reading daily…shame has no place in the heart of the redeemed.

    • Shame is meant to lead us to the place of repentance; but having done its work, forgiveness should reign. The problem is when shame takes on a life of its own to defeat the fallen so they can never rise.

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