My Utmost
Nothing can ever make us even
or tip the scales in my favor.
I could bow down for 182 days
I could build 93 houses for the poor
I could shower in lighter fluid and burn on an altar.
I could take all my friends out to eat, individually
But nothing could ever make us, you and me, equal.
Author Note: i can never merit the sacrifice of Christ.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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