“Forgive Us Our Trespasses No.2” a poem
My one little sin Piled upon the others … Your little sin Piled upon yours … Their little sin Upon theirs: Each, seemingly, So insignificant, So minuscule, But daily, Weekly, Yearly, They grow and grow. The heap rises to the depths. It blots out the light of God. Darkness descends, Until the cross … Until the Grace … Until the Sacrifice … breaks through.