dirty hands, clean heart

 falling for you

sixty and shining

leaves caressing

my shorn locks

and for awhile

I'm awash

in the purity

of God 

and His creation

The dew

cleanses

the dirt of sin

and I'm grateful

because the reminder

of grace

is knocking

at the door 

of my heart

you must 

be near

dear Lord

because 

I'm surrendering

The key