Thanking fading sins

Doubt of consequence is seeping in.

Each one shaking with feeling, but wouldn’t say, “And the commandment, which was ordained to life, I found to be unto death.”

The wind hinting-hurling at a tempest mind says to the emptiness in waiting…

Though it was to be filled with faith—

Being whole unknown to us—wholesomeness unknown to us also, “May I wonder?”

“For sin, taking occasion by the commandment deceived me, and by it slew me.”

Until, in some way worthy of your grace.

Your giving of it making it so.

May I believe there is nothing more to abhor of myself if you have found something worth loving?

Or have I once again shown my brazenness?