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a poem by Joe Murphy
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Hitting the water hard, I feel the coldness, the blackness, engulf me.
Strong hands take hold of me and pull me down. I fight against the will of those I've wronged in the past, but they will not have it.
I keep sinking.
I try to scream out, and my lungs fill with water. I'm going to die.
The time has come for me to pay for my crimes.
Then I feel your hand take mine and pull against the throng. The hold they have on me loosens, and they slip back down into the bottom of the abyss. I continue to rise. I hear you calling my name.
As I break the surface of the waters, I wake. Those who would condemn me are gone. I am surrounded only by the eyes of the one who has forgiven me.
This poem © 8-26-97 by Joe Murphy.
