Obliterate

[Doris Trueheart]

Of all the events of my history,
Which should I store in my memory:
My failures or my victories?
My mistakes are remembered more easily,
Obsuring my success with its effigy;
Until the depiction of who I am is a poor imagery,
At least in my own mind.
So stop: let me rewind!
Should slothful times outweigh days of zealous activity?
Should periods of fervency be doused by seasons of frigidity?
Should moments of religious hypocrisy remove all hope of advancing my spirituality?
Is not righteousness a greater force than iniquity?
I shall use my obedience to bring my disobedience injury,
Remembering when I walked before God in truth and loyalty.
Applying God's obliterating and liberating amnesty,
My sins, mistakes and errors are now nihility.
My good stands alone, none other can be found.
Goodness in the back and even in the foreground.
So translucent I have become that even my form no shadow makes.
Now I am ready for the future that my soul creates.