Sunday Poem: Attraction

Yet again, I wonder why my mind
is attracted to bow, at your blue feet.

See, tainted, I have smeared injustice, all over my ebony body.

Time and again, You say, take this path….
yet  knowingly, I wander far away from you.

If my path is fraught with danger,
You come running behind me, Your tears overflowing.

So often You beckon, come sit on my lap,
yet the further away from YOU I continue to stray.

Oh Lord, if You will not forsake me,
Bind me securely to your feet.