Redeemed Poem by Midifo Yearns

Alone in lonesome pose, he sits and waits.
Face cupped in hands, not just this once,
and weary eyes that speak of tears long dried;
he’s far from home, the place he chose
where he wanted now to be and stay.
He has almost forgotten how to pray;
the words just choke like bad dose
of tasteless medicine and knock his pride;
he feels so foolish like real dunce
captured on hook that fisherman baits.

Reaches for bottle and drinks the dregs,
last drops of yet another ugly dream;
he feels so bad, so sad, so mad with self.
Organ begins to play; hymn moistens eyes
with tears and fears and lonely thought
of all the useless things he’s brought,
silly things he’s done. And then he cries.
Lost soul alone on dirt stained shelf.
The thought releases in his soul a scream;
feels like dirty washing hanging sans pegs.

He says it all, admits his guilt and slowly turns
as absent arm embraces and holds him tight.
There’s no one there, and yet he knows his name
That’s whispered in his heart and in his ears.
Now tears flow with power to wash all stain,
to cleanse his soul from all that horrid pain
that stripped and whipped him all these years
when every glance would seem like blame.
But now this look of grace, removes all fright,
in furnace of great love, falsehood slowly burns.