I, Jonah

I, Jonah
Call me Jonah for I ran from my God
Too hard. it was just too complicated,
and I fell. Into a dark, deep black
of sin and desire. I can now see me.

“A little white lie, I can say.
“It means not anything. Don’t worry.”
Up high, one lie topped another. “No rest
for the wicked!” The song rings loud.

‘False!” the mirror screams at my image close.
I hide, but cannot avoid the reflection.
It jumps at him from all direction.
I must confess to Him. Now.

Where to begin, what He already knows,
and how to confess that I don’t want to
STOP! He nods divine and whispers, “Come child.”
Thank God, for there is naught else.

Answering for the lies I must.
“Sorry,” the mirror shouts.
“Forgive me,” I reply.
The end will meet me with transgressions long.

And I know He is watching.