“Innocent.”
You speak this word
to a young, frightened
part of me.
You give me
to this word,
to this wonder.
Innocent.
No condemnation
for being small,
weak, powerless.
No judgment
for needing, wanting
to be loved.
No burden of blame
for crimes
committed by others.
Innocent.
Shame carried away
by Another.
Soul-washed
in the tears
of God.
Innocent.
“Hear this deeply,”
you whisper.
“Fall into it.”
“Be restored
to your
innocence.”
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