….peccavi….

I stand alone at high tide’s edge.

The slope is firm, and yet, it gives

            my feet a careless, crumbling ledge,

                        a moment more, and I am

            falling to the sea.

I must atone, and I am nearer to the foam,

            the surf-encumbered shore

                  behind me

            and I am swaying,

      almost praying to the sea.

Temptation.

Another step.

That breeching wave surrenders life,

            this gasping wave, in torment, lives….

…it washes me….

            the sea forgives.

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