My depravity beautifies the birds,
their colors leaping off their bodies.
I do not deserve to see them.
Each day I am a man released from
the dungeon of my ramshackle kingdom.
I walk through the gates which God
has blown wide open, and inhale.
It smells like grace here.
Were I to be alongside Adam and Eve,
I would have begged for a bite.
My mouth would have watered at the
prospect of personal sovereignty.
And yet the Lord conquered me
softly without sword or arrow.
I died in his arms and breathed my last
The next breath was from his mouth,
and I pray to spend forever breathing thus.
Because I am a freed man with the
leisure to gaze gratefully at his birds.
I saw a robin this morning on my roof,
and I wasn’t wearing chains.