Invisible Ink
After each new mistake
I can hear the faint hum
of God’s needle engraving
another tattoo. If He didn’t
keep expanding my soul
He’d have run out of room
a long time ago.
.
After each new mistake
I can hear the faint hum
of God’s needle engraving
another tattoo. If He didn’t
keep expanding my soul
He’d have run out of room
a long time ago.
.
wonder FULL
Love the image of God as tattoo artist. This poem has so much meaning packed into so few lines. Excellent!