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Withholding Nothing

“It is over!” cried the night owl
after another episode of mayhem
that salted his face with shame and mud.

Freely given,
scarcely received.
Is it bad to be an angel
with the face of a monster?

Even heaven is frightened
to pour down the rain.
And the earth is unwilling
to imbibe its seeping fluid.

Unannounced judgment was passed
to convict the innocent sinner.
A soul soaked in woes
he never bargained for.

It is sad
because he was vulnerable.
And bad
because he withheld nothing.

I pray for his vindication at last,
when he escapes the row
to live again in acquittal
after his sins are forgiven.

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