Last Sunday morning,
Something wrested me
From the routineness
Of life.

So often,
So mechanically,
I find myself
Pushing through
A familiar pattern of existence.
So familiar, in fact,

That the important wrongfully
Appears routine,

And the special …

The evils of blindness,
So powerfully demean
The profound.

This is my prayer …

That never will I take you
And your absolute love,
For granted.

Your blessing,
Gifted to me…

Your acceptance of me,
Despite my faults and failures
My salvation.

Of you,

I remain,


© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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8 thoughts on “Unworthy

    1. Thank you so much! I appreciate your thoughts and interest in my work!


  1. How absolutely beautiful and full of love is every single word you’ve written here. Love it! ❤️

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    1. Glad you like it!! Thank you!

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  2. Reblogged this on Rant confessions by DAT_Girl and commented:
    Just something I greatly relate too

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    1. Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

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