As I set my head upon the guillotine,
A voice descended from heaven.
“Stop! Why do you do this?” It said.
“Because I am guilty,” I said, “deserving death.”
“Your sins are grave, but I took them to the grave
They died with me and I brought you up
into new life. Do you not remember this?”
“I forget so easily,” I said.
“Rise, my child, into my grace,
and your new life.”
I did rise after all and since then
have been forever changed,
though that fateful blade still haunts menacingly
the corner of my mind’s eye.