May 7, 2011

May 7 [1 John 1:9]

Today was like concrete.
Some things just take flat time,
a dose of concentration,
a computer, notes, and fingers.
Hearts fell rough, though.
I was as hard as the sidewalk,
and less accommodating.
My care came out like
cherry juice, thinly sweet,
in words to make apology
and efforts to help.
Forgive me, I cried,
I want to change my ways.
My grieving didn't scrub me clean -
His blood did that
(thicker and more live than cherries,
and a surer soap).
Today I was walking to exile
but the road has turned to lead me home.

3 comments:

Liz said...

I love this.

:relates:

mana said...

wow.. i agree with your friend. awesome poem.

Col said...

This is really good, Bec.