Failure dreams of prominence
in my vision of this life.
It strives to deny me
access to the truth.
Memories wished forgotten
cry out over the still small Voice.

Given just a moment’s thought,
my heart would cease to hold its trust
that forgiveness embraces failure’s demise
and yearns to release new sight.

Beyond the chiding veil
the promise waits, untouched.
Preserved in all its splendor
it unceasingly declares,
“It is finished.”