No accusation

With the experience of years loaded,
I cannot still discard my heart’s elation,
but follow no longer blind-folded
the labyrinths of my imagination.

The youth is prone to go rather hastily
into adventures of the mind excited,
which end sometimes fatally or wastefully,
by fleeting moments easily ignited.

I was imprudent, foolish, and impulsive,
whatever, but today I can look
and see mistakes that written in the cursive
and bold letters in my life’s book.

I can’t erase them. They are reminding
of my imperfect mind-set and feelings
in circumstances risky or spell-binding,
that memories are nowadays concealing.

Yet, for the Lord who sees the depth of souls
before their birth, who knows life’s mayhem,
for the Almighty, who everything controls
there’s no memories of them!

There’s no reminiscence of my stupid
acts, which were bringing me a shame.
By heaven’s law I should be executed,
but Christ had washed all stains from my name.

No accusation. No finger pointing.
No one has rights blaming me or scorn,
because the blood of Jesus is anointing
repentant hearts and makes them as new-born.

26.05.2019