My Sin

　　by M. L. Liebler

　　 If I know my angels，

　　 I know what they would say

　　 --Joe Henry

　　 He came to me

　　 In a whisky-blue dream

　　 In midtown Manhattan.

　　 He wasn't angry anymore.

　　 He seemed happy to find

　　 Me again， my old self.

　　 Picking up his ghost guitar，

　　 He played me a new song.

　　 He played it sweet and innocent.

　　 As if he were the world's only child，

　　 His whole future ahead，

　　 No pain hidden in that past.

　　 In some undeserved way， I felt

　　 As though he had forgiven me

　　 For the hurtfulness of my words.

　　 His kindness to me was more

　　 Genuine than all of my love could

　　 Ever have been toward him.

　　 In my dream， I found myself running

　　 Back and forth in search of forgiveness，

　　 In search of something greater.

　　 But each time I was returned

　　 To wander out my sin in prayer--

　　 The sleeplessturmoil of my penance

　　 Revealed and served