Genesis

I drag my feet

Scarlet drops still dot my clothes

Dirt cakes my fingernails

Weariness paints my face

Tiredness projects from my eyes

Fatigue nearly overtakes me

My eyes wander over the mountains and valleys

Of buildings and streets

And they find solace in the view of the destination

The stained glass shines reddish orange sunlight

Onto the sidewalk and the heavy oak door beckons

I straggle through the doors and collapse into a pew

My mind somewhere far from where I am

Until I hear a soft yet strong voice flow into my ears

" Are you alright? You look tired?" He said taken aback

"I'm fine, just....fine" I say hesitantly

"You know I'm hear to listen if you need it." He offers

I chuckle " How much time do you have? "

"I have all the time you need."

I respond " Can you forgive sins? "

"No, but the Father can. " He told me

" Well Father forgive me for I have sinned and this is how my sins came to be..."